"Such a kind and beautiful young lady! You've earned my respect!"
"Are you married yet? I've got a nephew—thirty years old, top university graduate, works as a senior executive at a state-owned company. How about leaving your contact info? I can set something up!"
"Don't listen to him, young lady. My son's only twenty-seven and a real catch..."
The moment they reached the shore and the little girl who had fallen into the lake was finally calmed, a crowd of elderly onlookers began to swarm around Lyra, all enthusiastically trying to introduce her to their sons and nephews.
On one hand, it was Lyra's heroic actions that had moved them; on the other, it was simply her looks—so stunning that even the older generation couldn't help but be captivated.
There's an old saying: "A wide hip means good fertility!"
They were talking about women like Lyra—elegant, mature, and full of grace.
