To say someone has lived to be twenty-four, experienced so much, and feels the urge to find a partner a few times a year, it's impossible not to have been in a relationship.
But Wang Xuan is among the few who haven't dated. He gave himself many excuses, but in the end, there was only one reason—he didn't want to.
If you don't want to, you don't want to. What's strange about that? He doesn't want to settle for less, even if it means being single all the time. His parents are anxious, but it's in vain.
He thought for a moment, deliberated over his words, then said, "Xiaowei, do you think Uncle Wang is good? Suitable for your aunt? Why do you think so?"
Wang Xuan really couldn't understand the girl's thought process. He clearly seemed like a homebody who liked a simple and plain lifestyle, whereas her aunt was a city woman, very fashionable in her dressing.
