The following appears to be a fragment of a truncated sentence and should likely be omitted.) Fuying was a delicate peasant girl, with tender eyes and a beauty so captivating that it would be heartbreaking.
As the villagers say, it's a curse that fate has gifted such a face to such a poor woman.
She and her widowed mother depended on each other for survival, but her face constantly brought her into trouble. Ruffians and hooligans barricaded her door, harassing her unbearably.
Just as she was holding the stone and preparing to draw her face, the widowed mother looked at the handsome man that Fu Ying had brought back a few days ago and said, "Just marry him. Once you get married, the old men in the town won't miss you anymore."
Fu Ying thought he was good. He was handsome and gentle. Although he was a little weak, it didn't matter. She didn't mind.
The only drawback was that he was blind.
Fu Ying didn't like the way people stared at her, and being blind was just what she wanted.
Fu Ying took the package, and Zan En asked him to marry her, and the two of them started living together.
She treated everyone well, and no matter how cold he was at first, as time went by, they were on good terms.
Just when Fu Ying thought that life was getting better day by day, on the day of the wedding, her husband suddenly disappeared for several months without a trace.
The next time she saw him was on the long street of the provincial capital.
The man had handsome features, was extremely handsome, and was dressed in a brocade robe. He rode a tall horse, and without a trace of weakness on his face, he walked past her without even glancing at her.
She didn't know when his eyes had recovered.
But she knew that he didn't recognize her.
Or, even if he recognized her, he was unwilling to acknowledge her.
He was a noble young man from aristocratic family, and she was a country girl that could be seen everywhere. There was a world of difference between them.
Fuying grabbed the vegetables with dirt in the basket, turned around and left without a trace of nostalgia.