Once they left the small hut, the light was better, and Bai Chenggang finally had a chance to get a good look at Xu Baimei. Unfortunately, she looked worse than she ever had back in the village.
In the village, forget about her single days—even after she got married, was there ever a New Year when she didn't have two new sets of cotton-padded clothes? She would have cried herself to death to get her hands on Changqing's share.
But look at her now. It wasn't even the fifteenth day of the first lunar month yet. Given her vain personality, always obsessed with her appearance, if she had any nice clothes, she would have been changing outfits constantly, showing off.
But now!
If he remembered correctly, the padded jacket she was wearing was the one she had snatched from Changqing the year before last. His aunt, that thoughtless mother of hers, had made it much too large back then.
