The more Mu Wan Yun spoke, the more wronged she felt. "In the past two years, my husband has never given me a single gift. A few days ago he finally gave me a bracelet, and it was a golden bracelet that looked just like a Qiankun Ring."
Mu Wan Yun continued pitifully, "Every year on the second day of the second lunar month, our village has the Flower God Festival. Other husbands, even if they can't afford velvet flowers or a golden hairpin and silver hairpin, will still go to the mountains to pick fresh flowers and dress their wives up like a flower fairy.
But my husband… he's never done anything like that. I even went to the trouble of gathering flowers with the other villagers to make him flower pastries, just to get into the spirit of the Flower God Festival. And what did he do? He fed all the pastries I made to Little Xiang."
"Little Xiang?"
