There's a rumor going around the village, Mo Yuanle knows it, but he doesn't care, no one can force the girl if she's unwilling, and he wouldn't allow anyone the chance to coerce her.
Who would have known when he returned from the field, everything had turned upside down.
Calling Lan Tian to join him at the Medicine House, not uttering a word, he just sat there silently watching Lan Tian.
Time flew by so quickly, in the blink of an eye, the girl had grown up, old enough to marry. If it weren't for Zhao Li telling him, in his heart, the girl was still the six or seven-year-old child. The child who would secretly hide in the yard waiting to scare him when he returned; the child who'd sit at his feet, eyes shining as she watched him wash the herbs; the child who, when her hair bun was messed up, would get so angry she'd stomp her feet.
The little girl has now grown into a young lady.
