The woman was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, her hair gathered up at the back of her head into a bun and wrapped in a flowery cloth. Dressed in simple coarse clothes, she was a bit sturdily built for a woman, with hints of crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, single eyelids, and tightly pressed lips beneath her high nose bridge, giving her a somewhat mean appearance.
A typical village woman.
Su Qingyue had never seen her before, but in the village of over a hundred households, although she had gradually learned and recognized the vast majority of people through daily routine, there were some who lived further away or who had gone to work in the town, who she hadn't met and did not recognize.
As Su Qingyue was sizing her up, the woman was also staring intently at her. When she saw Su Qingyue's face, which was covered in scabs, she frowned in disgust. Passing her glance briefly over her body, she focused on the horse that Qingyue was leading, her eyes lighting up.
