Beautiful peach blossoms

The peach blossoms bloomed in Nancheng. White, pure and soft, they rained down and covered the whole city creating a very beautiful, natural landscape. This was the only day in three hundred years that the peach blossoms enriched Nancheng. To be born on this day, one did not know whether it was a blessing or a curse.  A pale, sickly woman walked down the streets of Nancheng, past all the roaring cars and motorcycles, past all the loud street vendors and small malnourished children, past all the old dusty buildings and finally arrived at her destination. This woman turned heads as she was walking. People were wondering how this woman, with all her looks and upbringing, could up here with all the 'commoners'. And certainly, she was also asking herself 'why'.  But she knew the answer. It was all because of her baby. The baby she carries on the back as she walks. The baby that brought her embarrassment, pain and sorrow. It was her baby.  As she walked towards that place, the red lanterns swayed in the wind. She shivered and rubbed her thin arms. Still, in a daze, she kept walking: "Baby, do not blame me. I am desperate. You can live freely now." The red-light district had a long straight road that she now forced herself to walk on. People jeered at her from all sides. "Look at the princess finally gracing us with her presence!" Others whistled seductively: "Sway for us, fair lady! How about spending a night together! You've done it before so we know you want to!" Men wiggled their eyebrows while thinking lewd thoughts. The ladies of the night were just as scathing: "Who says that a high position can protect you? At least. we don't have very many high expectations! We can still survive! But what about you? No one wants you!" They tittered and went back to their seduction. The woman clenched her hands in anger. 'You wait! My baby will show you all! You think l am trash! That l am a waste! Humph! Just watch me and my baby! We will be back!' She finally stopped in front of an imposing house and walked in. One of the owners of the place came forward to greet her. "Miss Ning Yan, right this way." She followed the owner to a room and sat directly on one of the chairs. She put her baby down and sighed. "Where are the documents l need to sign giving away my child?" The owner gave her the documents and some tea before leaving the room: "I will give you some privacy to make the final decision." She nodded and started examining the documents thoroughly. The documents stated that she was going to give her child to this prostitute house for about 30 years. When her child reaches 31, she may pack up her belongings and leave. As for her, she must commit suicide after signing the documents to give her daughter a clean slate and not burden her with her presence. Ning Yan thought deeply about this. She had no power at this moment and could not take care of her child. She would sign. But as she started writing the N, her hand faltered as fear consumed her heart. 'I don't want to die! I don't want to leave without my revenge! I don't want it all to end like this!' She put the pen down and picked up her baby: "You have to fight for me! You have to help your mother!" Saying these words renewed her fighting spirit and gave her the strength to write her name. She trusted that her daughter would avenge her. She pushed the documents aside and looked at her baby once more. Her hope. The owner came back in with more tea and a pill. She saw that Ning Yan had signed the papers and smiled. "Hand over the baby then." Ning Yan gave her baby to the stranger and in return was given the pill and tea. "Dissolve the pill in the tea and then drink it. It will give you a quicker death."  Ning Yan did just that, closed her eyes and reminisced. Her mother. Her father. Her brother. Her treacherous cousins. Him. And finally her baby.  Then she drank the tea and lost her pitiful life.