Although the cotton-padded coat Jiang Mianmian brought over was old, she was the only child in the main branch of the Jiang Family.
Even a worn cotton-padded coat was much better than what Zhaodi was currently wearing, which was why Zhaodi was so happy.
The five-year-old Laidi, biting her finger, gazed longingly, her sallow and gaunt little face full of desire.
She also wanted a piece of clothing without patches.
Zhao Xiaojuan, feeling a pang of heartache, stroked her dry and yellowish hair soothingly, "Wait until your sister Zhaodi has worn it for a couple of years; then it will be your turn."
"Okay!" Laidi immediately showed off her small, sparse teeth like grains of rice in a cheerful smile.
Seeing her two younger sisters so happy over an old cotton coat, Er Ya felt an indescribable discomfort in her heart.
She glanced again at Jiang Mianmian, who, dressed in a new cotton coat, revealed a small, rosy face. The hand that lay on the kang slowly clenched.