Ye Xuan could fully sense the expectant gaze of the young girl and even more so, the uncle Zhuo's desire to facilitate his marriage with Li Xiu'er, but he was no ordinary man and could never possibly take Li Xiu'er as his wife.
"Little Zhuo Ma, stop being mischievous. Your Brother Ye knows what he's doing," Uncle Zhuo waved at the young girl, prompting a slightly disappointed Zhuo Ma to return to the dining table.
"It's a rare thing for Xiu'er to be so earnest. You should cherish that, Little Ye," Uncle Zhuo sighed softly, not saying anything more, and urged Ye Xuan to continue eating.
After all, love could not be forced, and Uncle Zhuo would not impose it on Ye Xuan—it was not his way of interacting with the world.
After dinner, Ye Xuan bid farewell and left. Until Ye Xuan had departed from the earthen house, Uncle Zhuo watched his departing figure and a soft sigh escaped his lips.
"Little Zhuo Ma."
"Grandfather."
