Gu Yunbo lowered her head and immediately saw the dress made of cotton fabric on her body. This fabric wrinkles easily, looking particularly unattractive, and there's no such thing as an electric iron in rural areas.
But it's comfortable and breathable in the summer.
This was her best piece of clothing, donated to her as a special welfare recipient in the earliest poverty alleviation campaign in the country.
Gu Yunbo curved her lips into a cold smile, her pale little face smiling eerily.
God truly doesn't shortchange anyone; what's lost will always be compensated in unexpected ways. When she was clearly already dead and had calmly accepted closing her eyes with regrets, she was actually given another chance to start over.
"Why are you not eating, little girl? If you don't eat now, it'll get cold." A big aunt with a headscarf spoke heavily in a local dialect.
