Wu Xuelan spoke of her sister as if she were talking about a stranger, with hardly any hint of affection in her tone.
Yang Fan, truly an outsider, felt somewhat uncomfortable and couldn't help but say, "She is, after all, your own sister."
"My own sister indeed. I washed her underwear from her childhood to adulthood. Don't I know what she's like? But after she got married, everything changed," Wu Xuelan shook her head and sighed, "Do you know why my husband turned to labor dispatch? It was all because of pressure from her family. At that time, her family's situation was better, and our families often worked together."
"But, you see, being too close breeds conflicts. My husband is as soft as cotton, and they would borrow things from us and return them all broken up, yet we never said a word. But if we borrowed from them, and even if an axe was a bit dull, they'd nag about it for days. Eventually, my husband stopped cooperating with them."
