Earlier, Yang Zixi's attention had been focused on the ten-year survival weed that the owner of the medicine shop had brought out.
Now, hearing the youth's words and bearing in mind what the youth had told her, the blush on her cheeks that had not yet subsided was already spreading even more furiously.
A youth about the same age as her telling her about her personal matters was extremely embarrassing for her. However, what the youth had told her was her secret, and no one apart from her knew of it.
"Aunty Mei, was what he said about your condition accurate as well?" Yang Zixi asked the woman behind her, and she nodded, indicating that he was someone with ability. She looked afresh at the youth and said, "We are returning to the Yang family now, you may come with us."
