A coir-stuffed mattress tucked under the kitchen window made for a comfortable place to curl up with a medical book. A clean silk sheet was even spread over it.
Nevertheless, Mu Yunsheng didn't feel like reading. It was hard to move his gaze from Tang Yu. If it was his unmarried self, he wouldn't waste a single second there. But, now, he was employing the excuse available in his pocket. Well, he was waiting for his breakfast.
Song Huan sighed. "I know, in your eyes, your sister is still little. But, we can't delay her marriage any longer. Hien is sixteen. In the city standard, sixteen might be still acceptable, however, rural girls are usually married off before fourteen. It's only because your name is attached with hers, that there are still many suitors asking for her hands in marriage. Any more delay, Hien's age will outweigh people's interest in her looks. She will be dropped by the suitors. After all, who would want an old spinster?"
