The person speaking was probably over forty years old, and quite fat. His eyes, already not too large, appeared even smaller against the backdrop of his chubby face. He was dressed in a light brown cloud-patterned brocade robe, with a matching belt around his waist studded with beautiful jade. Fine clothes they were, indeed, but their beauty was entirely ruined by his corpulence.
At this moment, his gaze was fixed on the figure dancing lightly through the woods, and he couldn't help but sigh, "I've truly lived in vain all these years, keeping just vulgar and ordinary women at home. Today, upon seeing this girl, I realize I never knew what I should have been looking at. She wears no make-up, yet her beauty is natural and superb; she is also lively and playful, which makes her so much more vibrant than those gentlewomen of prominent families. But I wonder, whose daughter is she?"
