Fu Yurou glanced at that floral shirt, with red and pink peonies printed all over the white fabric—it was the epitome of tacky. She would much rather wear plain white, blue, or gray.
She focused on listening to two village women arguing.
Miraculously, however, after exchanging just a couple of sharp words, the two women made up in a flash—a truly divine maneuver—and promptly moved on to gossiping about something else.
Chapter 34