"Auntie..." Su Ziceng looked at her skin turning red from the vigorous rubbing by Mrs. Yan, she didn't dare to cry out in pain anymore, only baring her teeth in a bitter smile. The "Red Love" pendant hung at her chest, warming her body, the warmth spreading to every part of her being.
After coming out of the bathroom, Yan Wuxu handed Su Ziceng several warm cotton-padded jackets to wear and then lit a brazier to dry Ziceng's clothes, "There might be a hint of coal smoke smell, but there's no helping it, our home doesn't have those fancy dryers like your family does."
Mrs. Yan had already gone to the kitchen to prepare lunch, and Su Ziceng's face glowed red from the charcoal fire, "I'm actually envious of you, with a simple family, not having to force a smile every day, dealing with those two... bitches at home."
