Bing, whose panicked face reddened with the white marks of strength and rigidity, started crying, “My love, please make them stop!”
Just then, a woman in her mid-thirties, appeared with a huge belly beneath a large winter gown, a half-fi nished baby suit in her hand and a short haircut. Her profi le looked absurd with her lips missing. At fi rst, Mei couldn’t recognize her. But when she spoke, Mei at once remembered exactly who she was.
She is one of the many wretched whores, Mei recalled, the one who was slapped by Bing at the restaurant.