"I remember how Ya Guman often accompanied you into the mountains to collect cubilose in these past few years. He isn't a chatterbox, but he's pretty good at picking cubilose, right? His parents are so stingy, they won't even afford to waste some grains on their own son."
But no wonder, everyone prefers sweet-talking children, yet Ya Guman is quite the opposite.
Saying he's a poor talker is already putting it nicely. To put it bluntly, if she did not grow up in the same village with him, she'd doubt if Ya Guman can speak at all. He spends all his time with his head down, working.
"Brother Molian, I don't mean to talk bad about Lin Caihe, but with her personality, she really doesn't match well with the down-to-earth Ya Guman."
"Hm."
Ya Molian smiles lightly.
