That day, Wang Yazi finally couldn't sit still. She tidied herself up, wore brand new Liberation shoes, clothes and pants without patches, tied her hair into two braids with red hair ribbons hanging in front of her chest, and looked in the mirror. It was blurry; the room was too dark and had no windows. So, Wang Yazi took the mirror outside to check.
She looked left and right, very satisfied.
Wang Daya, who had come back from collecting firewood, glanced at her aunt's red hair ribbons, a flash of resentment in her eyes, then lowered her gaze.
Clearly, her aunt was also a young woman, yet grandma adored her aunt the most. Why? Why didn't she care for her? She was grandma's eldest granddaughter, after all.
This puzzled her from the time she was old enough to remember, constantly troubling her.
Grandma called her a money-losing product, always speaking with disdain.
But she always spoke affectionately to her aunt, treating her like a treasure.
