Mr. Yao quickly leaned over, "Miss Xu, have you discovered something?"
Xu Jing pointed to a certain spot on the back of the outer garment and said, "Take a look here."
The outer garment was dark gray, without other patterns, but where Xu Jing pointed was a spot near the top middle of the garment, there was a noticeable tear, horizontal, about a fingertip wide. The garment had some cotton padding inside for warmth, and now some aged-yellow cotton wadding was peeking through.
Mr. Yao was slightly stunned. What does this tear signify?
Xu Jing stared at him and said, "Does your inner garment have such a tear?"
Mr. Yao shook his head, "No, Miss Xu, are you suspecting that this tear was made when Sister-in-law Wu died?"
Xu Jing nodded, her eyes deepening, "I have a theory."
This theory arose when she first heard Mr. Qu say that his mom had rolled off the roof.
What she did next was essentially to verify this theory.
