On the muddy path in the mountain, a car came.
It was an ox-cart, and an old woman was sitting on it. She was wearing a straw Cape and a bamboo hat.
He hummed a song as he slowly jolted over.
A moment later, he saw the figure on the roadside in front of him and was stunned.
"AI! Where to? Do you want me to give you a ride?"
The old woman called out enthusiastically.
The figure stopped, turned around, and raised the oil-paper umbrella, revealing a handsome face.
The old woman let out a soft 'wow' and was somewhat amazed. The young man in front of her was not only handsome, but also had an indescribable temperament. His eyes were so deep that it was unbelievable.
"Be good! Where did this young man come from?"
The old woman muttered.
He knew that it was impossible for an ordinary person to have such an outstanding temperament, like a young master of a large clan.
"To the city!"
The young man smiled at him.
