The person wasn't someone else, it was Zhang Lianqiao herself. Beside her stood a plump, dark-skinned woman carrying a vegetable basket, laughing and chatting happily with Zhang Lianqiao.
In the original's memory, that woman is Zhang Lianqiao's mother; if not for this impression, she couldn't believe it.
Zhang Lianqiao is fair and petite, with pretty apricot eyes; her cherry lips are vibrant red, and her lips curl into a smile, adding an extra charm.
Her mother, however, is burly, probably too plump to show any good looks.
The Zhang Family does have some thin property; earlier, Beisitian saw them come by donkey cart.
Zhang Lianqiao must have seen her, glanced over but pretended not to, linking arms with her mother as they walked away. The mother-daughter duo and Zhang's third son gradually walked farther, and Beisitian withdrew her gaze.
This is a road directly connecting the town and countryside, elevated a lot compared to the villages on both sides, known as the Dayan.
