The Swindler
When Lotus Incense spoke of the past, the resentment on the face of the little sister behind her eased a little, and she finally calmed down, seeming to secretly strain her ears to listen.
In the dwindling memories her sister had left, her elder sister had always been quiet and withdrawn, unwilling to say even a single extra word to her or their grandmother.
So, unlike her elder sister, she didn't even know where her hatred came from and had nowhere to vent it. She could only direct her malice at everyone, including her sister and their grandmother.
She actually wanted to know what she, her sister, and their grandmother had gone through before they died, and why they looked so different from other ghosts.
Lotus Incense's story had only just begun.
It was the beginning of her resentment, and the beginning of the tragedy.
"After that, no matter where I went, that man would hound me."
"I had no parents, and my grandmother was truly old. The rule that unmarried women couldn't show themselves in public didn't apply to me. I had to earn money, or my sister would starve and my grandmother would have to sell her dowry."
Lotus Incense went out to set up a stall just like the men did.
She secretly learned from others. Whatever sold well, she learned to make.
It wasn't exactly ethical, but who cared? She had a family to support.
Because she was an unmarried woman, this way of making a living also brought her endless gossip. All sorts of vicious, even malicious remarks came at her from every direction. Those loose-lipped people seemed to relish painting her as a whore riddled with lewd diseases.
People had been saying for a long time that she couldn't get married because