After many twists and turns, in her forties, she ended up following a nouveau riche man to the Capital City.
In a bathhouse, Bian Yumin saw Chi Yun'er, who had barely aged at all. She was truly a pampered woman, with fair, dewy skin like a girl in her twenties. The crimson birthmark on her chest was like a red plum blossom in full bloom.
Chi Yun'er was only there because the showerhead at her home had broken, forcing her to condescend to using a public bathhouse.
She stood at the entrance, frowning and unwilling to enter, until Jiang Zishi—still dashing and gentle in his middle age—coaxed her for a long while in a soft, pleasant voice.
They had once lived in the same village, yet one had soared high while the other struggled in hell.
The stark contrast, combined with years of bitterness and suffering, had long since warped Bian Yumin's mind.
