Fu Ru sat on the stool, looking at the broken mirror on the ground, the ugly face reflected in it, and telling herself how ugly she looked now.
The spiderweb-like patterns ran from top to bottom, and festering pus flowed down intermittently, making it look extremely disgusting.
The two female helpers of the Fu family stood at the door, not daring to take a step forward, for the more they said, the more mistakes they would make.
Fu Ru hits people at the drop of a hat. They don't want to lose their jobs, so they have to endure it, but that doesn't mean they want to be beaten.
So he hid by the door and watched. When he sensed something was wrong, he immediately opened the door and left, leaving Fu Ru inside as if she were crazy.
The old man knew everything that was happening here. His silence meant he approved.
Fu Ru then came to her senses and said, "I'm hungry. Go and get me another meal."
“Yes!” One of the female helpers turned and left.
The other female helper regretted that she had reacted too late and had not responded immediately, so she could only continue to stand at the door.
Fu Ru felt her face might be beyond repair. She had visited numerous hospitals and consulted every specialist she could find, but none of them could offer a solution or explain the sudden onset of the condition.
She had already lost more than half of her hair, and she dared not comb the remaining strands, afraid that she might accidentally break off another large clump.
The curtains hadn't been opened for days, and she had no idea what it looked like outside. Ever since she was brought back, she had been left in this house like a dead person, and no one had come to see her.
This kind of life made her feel like she was living a life worse than death.
Why do I have to suffer like this while they can live a good life?
The changes in her face twisted her heart more and more, making her feel like the whole world owed her something.
The female helper quickly returned with food from the kitchen, which was naturally laced with many ingredients. This was everyone's revenge on Fu Ru; they wished she would die in her room and never come out again.
Looking at the food on the table, they had no appetite. Fu Ru noticed the fear in their eyes and didn't want to see them: "Get out! I'll call you back when you come in."
The two immediately turned and left without asking a single question, their perfect understanding as if they had done it many times before.
The room was empty except for her, making it feel unusually cold and lonely.
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It had been snowing heavily for several days, and the snow on the ground had reached a thickness of ten centimeters. The neighborhood committee organized people to clear the snow, and each household had to send one person to do the work; those who didn't would be publicly criticized.
Qiao Dashan was the only one with the best physical strength to go.
Tao Chunfang found the thickest cotton-padded clothes, gloves, and shoes, and only after he changed into them did she feel at ease letting him go out.
Looking at the snow outside the window with deep worry, Li Meihua said, "I wonder how Nizi is doing now, where is she? She hasn't called in days, I'm so worried."
Tao Chunfang, worried that the old lady might get sick from worry, quickly said, "Mom, have you forgotten what my sister said? No news is good news. I reckon she'll call you soon to let you know she's safe."
"Yes, that's what I was thinking too. I hope she calls me soon to let me know she's safe. Otherwise, I'll keep worrying, feeling like something might happen." Li Meihua rubbed her right eye, feeling like something was going to happen; her eyelid had been twitching from time to time these past few days.
Tao Chunfang decided to shift her focus and took out the materials for making small bundles from the cabinet.
"Mom, I feel fine today. Why don't we sew a little quilt? It's better to finish it now than later."
"Okay." Li Meihua took the things and got busy.
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