After resting for a long time, she had volunteered for work. Since she couldn't work outdoors, she was set to shelling peanuts inside. But before she'd even finished two, she cut her finger, and blood gushed out, refusing to stop. It looked as if a terrible tragedy had occurred, making the hearts of anyone who didn't know better skip a beat.
A girl that fragile was, indeed, only suited to be kept indoors and coddled...
Following her train of thought, the crowd's faces flushed as they considered it. 'That's right,' they thought. 'With a body like hers, she can't even consummate a marriage. What normal man would really commit to a purely platonic relationship with her?'
Once they thought of it that way, they found her rather pitiful. Without a healthy body, enjoying any amount of good fortune was like someone who'd lost their sense of taste eating fine delicacies off a jade plate—like chewing wax. What was there to envy?
