Yang Ruxin frowned.
Zhao Xinghua sighed, "Her good big brother said she's already twenty-two and can't stay at home for the New Year, so he set up a marriage for her with a fifty-year-old widower. She was supposed to marry him yesterday, but Xiaoxia didn't want to and hid away. She spent the night outside in a snow hollow, and this morning, she ran this way… Her hands and feet are swollen from the cold..."
"What does auntie want me to do?"
"I wanted to ask you if you could possibly match Xiaoxia with your Uncle Xiaowu," Zhao Xinghua said with a bitter smile. "The child had met Yang Laowu before and thought well of him, but there's been no movement from this side, and she's too embarrassed to ask. Besides, there's no elder to handle these matters for her, so today she had no choice but to take a chance..."
"But my Uncle Xiaowu is currently a bonded servant, and his health hasn't improved yet..."
