It's no wonder Aunt Wu felt strange. A few days ago, when Shu Ci appeared in this small mountain village with Baili An on his back, he looked as if he were suffering from a severe illness that could claim his life at any moment.
With one foot already stepped into the ghost gate, who would've thought he'd wake up so quickly?
Aunt Wu put away the umbrella behind the low door, carrying a basket of wild vegetables and eggs in her hand, as she smilingly sized up the youth on the bed.
Oh my, the young woman from the Shu family looked so worldly and charming, how could she have given birth to such a refined and elegant young man?
Aunt Wu secretly regretted that if it weren't for his truly fragile body, raising him would likely be too expensive.
In this barren mountain area, how could they possibly afford to keep him?
Otherwise, she could have paired him with her unmarried second daughter at home.
