Cheng Yue took a handkerchief and wiped away her tears, her red eyes and little red nose making her look even more pitiable. Now that life had improved, her mother's sharp little face had also filled out some and had grown even prettier. She was wearing a set of coarse, lotus-white clothes, which Lady Wu had bought in town later on. Her peach-colored outfit, though finished, remained unworn due to her status as a "widow".
Qian Yixiu, who liked beautiful women, leaned in and kissed her again. Hmm, such good skin, almost as if it would burst with a puff.
Cheng Yue smiled with pursed lips, stood up, and took out a piece of new plain silk satin from the cabinet, preparing to stretch it with an embroidery frame.
Qian Yixiu asked, "Is that pair of magpies perching on a branch also finished?"
"Hmm, it's finished," Cheng Yue nodded.
