Gu Youyou, who had lived in the dark room all year round and had never done any manual labor, had particularly delicate and fair skin. Of course, if she could have a bit more flesh on her, she might even be considered a little beauty!
In the courtyard, she sized up Jin Zijin's home, a dilapidated straw hut. The yard itself was quite spacious, with a small plot of green vegetables planted on one side, though most of the space was empty.
Dangling under the eaves were dried shiitake mushrooms, dried bamboo shoots, and some sun-dried vegetables that had lost their freshly-picked appearance, so Gu Youyou couldn't quite make out what they were for the moment.
