Liu Wenjing spoke about her argument with her aunt, tears streaming down, and her little son Er Bao, who was over a year old and very sensible, reached out with his small hand to wipe her tears away.
Cheng Su watched this, feeling both sighs and emotions in her heart.
"What happened that made you argue?" Cheng Su pulled a tissue from the coffee table and handed it to her.
Liu Wenjing took it and wiped her tears, giving a bitter smile: "Because I bought a small box of snow cream."
Cheng Su was taken aback.
"When Weiqiu got married, my mother-in-law said that our affairs delayed her marriage. So the dowry, whether as compensation or as a gesture from the brother and sister-in-law, should be substantial. But as you know, sister-in-law, only Weixia is earning money in the family, with several mouths to feed, and also needing to rent a house. How can we have so much money?" Liu Wenjing recounted plainly.
Cheng Su nodded, indicating her understanding.
