Just as her brothers had said, the cultivator before her was indeed fair-skinned. A quick glance showed a trim waist and long legs, and his face was even more handsome than in his photograph.
Daisy Grant glanced up at him.
After seeing him in person, Daisy Grant gave up all hope for this matchmaking session. 'After all, a male cultivator this handsome would never be interested in someone like me.'
She had arrived carrying her great hammer, but her brothers had taken it away. They'd then stuffed a bouquet into her hands, telling her she could give it to her "future brother-in-law" as a gift. They'd even claimed it's what all male cultivators do to woo their wives. She'd regretted it the moment they'd given it to her; something about it just felt wrong. 'Oh well,' she thought, 'it's just this one meeting. We probably won't have anything to do with each other after this.'
She looked at her matchmaking partner, unsure of what to say.
