Grandmother Ye looked at Ye Xuan's disappearing figure and wondered whether it was time to get him a wife. He had always been studying and sitting for exams, and so many years had passed.
He wore a suit of white, and half of his hair was bundled by a hairpin while the rest flowed down his back. He stood at 1.78 metres, and although his features were not as elegant as Ye Yang and his brothers, he could be considered handsome too.
Ye Xuan stepped out for fresh air. Along the way, the ladies would peek at him, and he responded by smiling gently and politely, as a scholar would.
He arrived at his cousins' house, where he knocked a few times before letting himself in. Ye Ling looked at him, wondering why was there.
Ye Yang and Ye Mo had gone to weed the paddy field. Liu Duo and Ye Liu had gone to inspect their new house. He was the only one at home.
"Ling, I see you are making insoles," Ye Xuan greeted Ye Ling naturally as he came to sit under the roof.
