Before leaving the house.
Zheng Erniang produced a red, goose-down jacket with a standing collar from somewhere.
A spirited little lion was embroidered on the chest of the jacket, looking exceptionally festive.
Zheng Xiu reluctantly put it on—it was a piece of clothing he had worn as a child. Besides his dislike for old clothes, the reason for his reluctance was that wearing it made him feel as if the clothes themselves were a generation off.
"Look, you look just like your father."
Seeing Zheng Xiu obediently put it on, Zheng Erniang beamed, her eyes crinkling with joy as she looked him over from all sides. "A perfect resemblance."
Zheng Erniang held Zheng Xiu's small hand as they walked down the street.
After a few streets, Zheng Xiu sensed someone following them.
He abruptly turned to look and was taken aback. It was Feng Bei.
'What is Feng Bei doing, sneaking around and following us?'
