Laundry

Xu Xian muddleheadedly got through two or three days.

He always felt that something was off, yet could not figure out what. Since parting that day, he had not seen her for several days, and his mind was filled with that graceful white figure. Distracted and absent-minded, he had no appetite for food or tea and often drifted off into blank stares.

Xu Jiaorong was incomparably concerned for her younger brother. Seeing him like this, she understood that there truly was someone in his heart.

A young man acting this way had undoubtedly set his eyes on some family's daughter and fallen lovesick. She suddenly felt this was rather good. If they could marry, it would be a joyous occasion. During the Ghost Festival family rites, they could tell their departed parents and put them at ease. He would be twenty by next New Year; his marriage could not be delayed any longer.

Her younger brother's refusal to marry had always been Xu Jiaorong's greatest worry. Other men his age had married and had children who could already row boats, yet her brother was never in a hurry. Matchmakers had arranged several meetings, but he had refused every time.

Doctor Du's granddaughter was so wonderful—pretty and well-behaved. The Du family had only that one cherished pearl in their palm, and in the future, both the pharmacy and the medical books would belong to her husband.

Yet he had refused. No one knew what he was thinking.

Li Da Niu had just returned from the yamen when Xu Jiaorong brought up her brother's lifelong matter.

"Husband, Hanwen must have someone he loves. You wander around the city all day—haven't you noticed which family's daughter she is?"

Li Da Niu, who was drinking tea to quench his thirst, was speechless. He was