The clothes she wore were not a deliberate choice to feign misery. The girl's hair was dull and yellow, and although her face was clean, one could still see the rough and dull skin resulting from years of labor and malnutrition.
Bai Ruozhu surreptitiously glanced at her hands. They seemed coarse from heavy manual labor from an early age, the skin not only rough but the joints had also become thick as well.
The young girl was probably not as old as Bai Ruozhu, yet she already looked like that, which made Ruozhu feel a little heavy-hearted.
"Oh, Xi Ya, quickly call Ruozhu, sister," the old woman named Wang nudged the girl she referred to as Xi Ya.
However, it seemed the girl had rarely left her home and was full of trepidation, too shy to even speak. Wang Po was furious, stomping her feet in frustration. She thought the girl was a lost cause, but she had to smile at Bai Ruozhu apologetically, "Please don't mind her, Ruozhu. This girl's just a little too timid."
