Naked to the bone, under such a hostile gaze, she put on the clothes, her fingers trembling. The clothes were old, not made from any good material, resembling the coarse fabric she used to weave in their village. The material was rough against her skin, akin to a blade cutting into her flesh.
Moreover, the clothes were extremely oversized, similar to a sack, practically swallowing her whole: oversized shirt, baggy pants, patched up in two places. Tang Yuxin had long forgotten the last time she'd worn clothes with patches.
Back at the Wei family, she wore Wei Jiani's cast-offs. The clothes, either too old, small, or torn, were often patched up by her. Sang Zhilan would never mend the clothes for her. At a young age, she became adept at mending clothes herself, be it her shoes or her school bag.
Back then, she may have been the only student wearing patched-up clothes.
