Early spring, March.
The air was still slightly cold, fine rain fell on the damp earth, mixed with the scent of mist lingering in the air.
The man hurried along, his tall and sturdy figure adorned with a straw hat and a short cloth shirt. His eyes were sharp and resolute, like that of an unsheathed longsword glittering coldly, and his muscular arms exuded strength. His bronze skin added to his rugged and uninhibited charm.
"Xiaoyuan, why are you closing up shop so early today?" The pretty widow at the head of the village saw the man and her eyes instantly lit up with joy, "If you're not busy, come to my house for some hot tea. Otherwise, with no woman at home to help, you'd have to boil water yourself."
The auntie next door who was weaving willow branches spat in disdain upon hearing this, "Put those flirty eyes away, twisting your body into a pretzel."
