Qian Yixiu was staring at the handsome boy Pan, so absorbed that she thought he was the most beautiful man she had ever seen in both her past and present life. Even though he was a bit older, even though she particularly disliked men with beards, she could not help but admit that the mustache above his upper lip was so stylish. And the pearls inlaid in his purple gold crown, the moon-white gold brocade satin crossed-collar robe he wore, even the lotus pattern with beaded jade on his collar button were so....
Before she could finish describing, she heard Uncle Liang cough twice. Her old face blushed uncontrollably. She wondered if it had been too long since she had seen a mature handsome man that not only did she stare dumbfounded, but she also felt a sense of familiarity about him.
She fidgeted awkwardly and wrinkled her small face in embarrassment.
