「The fifth day of the Lunar New Year.」
"Fangfang, you're so good at mahjong," Zhao Lizhen said, holding Ren Qunfang's hand as they chatted in the courtyard. They were like best friends who had known each other for years.
"Hardly. I've been playing for years, but you've already learned how to draw tiles after only three or four days." Ren Qunfang sighed. 'The techniques I spent years painstakingly perfecting, Zhao Lizhen picked up in just a few days,' she thought.
She couldn't help but lament how vast the difference between people could be.
"Everyone in the village keeps asking if we're related," Zhao Lizhen said, covering her mouth with a light chuckle.
Due to Gu Qingshan's choice, a strange twist of fate had caused the three women's appearances to become quite similar, leading the villagers to mistake them for family.
And as for her, though she was younger than Ren Qunfang, she always felt Ren Qunfang was like a sweet, innocent younger sister, which she found very endearing.
