Chapter 49 That's Not Mom

She looked around. After getting used to the large mall with numerous supermarkets, it was her first time in such a primitive marketplace. In the late 70s and early 80s, the country was still very backward. Even the items in the mall were one of a kind and there were not many styles to choose from. But for people nowadays, this was considered fashionable.

But one had to obey the rules if they were to survive here. To be too radical was not beautiful, it was a death wish.

She turned her face away, but her small mouth involuntarily pursed. Her eyes, dark to the bottom, turned cool, like a slight breeze blowing in March that carried no warmth, only coldness.