Cheng Yue looked at her and was finally somewhat satisfied, only to pull down the Silver Gong and say, "This bracelet is not pretty."
The silver bracelet was a gift from Qian Xiang, and although the aunt and the Li family were kind people, they valued things that were glittering and heavy, so their gifts never caught Cheng Yue's eye.
The gold hairpin they gave before the New Year had not been worn by the little mother to this day. She would rather wear a wooden hairpin than put it on, complaining that the style was not pretty.
As dusk fell, Cheng Yue stood at the doorway, gazing out again. The little mother's mood was not very good, so Qian Yixiu kept her company. The twilight of early summer was intoxicatingly beautiful, with a fiery glow spreading over half the sky, the clouds ablaze in spectacular splendor, pierced with streaks of gold.
