She was nineteen, which wasn't actually that old.
Especially since Gu Jiaojiao had fair, delicate skin and was pretty and vivacious, a look that made her seem even younger.
Wang Xiuhua stared at Gu Jiaojiao's dewy face, her own filled with envy. "I'm not asking for much. I just hope my baby is born with skin as fair and delicate as Jiaojiao's."
Chen Xiaoli nodded. "You'd really be blessed then. So many people would kill for skin like that."
In the villages now, people could barely feed and clothe themselves, and sometimes even went hungry. There was simply no way to focus on nutrition, so most babies were born all wrinkly—neither plump nor pretty.
They were born looking like little red monkeys, and as they grew, they turned into dark little mud loaches.
There wasn't a single child with such fair, delicate skin in the entire village.
"I'm so envious of Jiaojiao. That Leng Yuan really knows how to pamper his wife."
