"Oh my, Mr. Dong's second daughter is really getting more beautiful by the day."
"Mr. Dong's second daughter, I used to hold you when you were little."
"Miss Liangyu, you should go out more often, or the neighbors almost forget what you look like."
In the streets and alleys, old aunties with wrinkled faces cackle, oil-covered men with exposed bellies chuckle, and peddlers carrying loads grin broadly, as people and demons alike keep greeting Dong Liangyu.
Even the cat arching its back on the windowsill seems to meow at her.
The large centipede scuttling swiftly up and down the eaves also doesn't hide in the shade, seemingly losing its composure at the street's bustle.
Dong Liangyu continued on her way with composure and courtesy, though all her cultivated manners from books seemed a bit stretched in the face of reality, her smile slightly forced.
