Ever since Cui Hui returned, Cui Zhi, who had already enjoyed plenty of leisure, had become even less enthusiastic about checking in for duty, skipping it every other day. Today, he invited Cui Hui out to fish and race horses; tomorrow, he would accompany her to pull weeds and plant flowers; the day after, he would check in for duty; and the day after that, he would stay home with Cui Hui, listening to the rain and playing the qin.
The two of them got along even better than they had before their divorce.
At first, Cui Hui found it novel. After a while, she grew tired of looking at the same face and bluntly stated that she needed to see some fresh faces to relieve her boredom. Cui Zhi's smile stiffened, and he asked with aggrieved indignation, "Is my face not more refined than theirs?"
He was handsome and knew how to take care of himself. What could the others possibly compare with that?
Cui Hui said, "Beauty lies in the bones, not the skin."
Cui Zhi emphasized, "My bone structure is excellent too."
Cui Hui pulled her hand back and corrected his misunderstanding. "The 'bones' I'm talking about aren't the bones of your facial structure. They're the bones of your biological age."
As Five Elements Lack Virtue put it, people could not possess both youth and the feelings of youth. That fiery vigor and exuberant vitality belonged specifically to people of that age; once they passed it, it was gone. No matter how fine Cui Zhi's features were or how young his skin looked, he was still the Biological Father of two sons and a daughter, a middle-aged man over forty. His inner core had long since been filled with deep cunning, craftiness, and slyness.
Cui Hui could