"Yuyu, what's happened to you?"
Upon entering the town, Jiang Yuyu encountered several village women, who, upon seeing her state, all came over.
While their mouths spoke words of concern, the mockery in their undertones was clear to Jiang Yuyu.
"Nothing."
Jiang Yuyu's face was swollen, making her look even thinner and darker than before. All she wanted now was to leave quickly and not run into these people.
But these fellow villagers refused to let her go and engaged her in small talk.
"Does your husband treat you well?"
"I heard he's a fool."
"He probably can't 'do that,' right?"
"Ah, why talk about this..."
Jiang Yuyu clenched her fists, bowed her head, and hid the resentment in her eyes.
"Right, Yuyu, you might not know yet, but your mother was beaten by your brother almost to death—it was so pitiful..."
Jiang Yuyu thought Yang Cuicui had it coming and couldn't care less.
"I have something else to do, I have to go."
Jiang Yuyu pushed through them and quickly left.
