"Time waits for no one. I can't waste even the tiniest bit of it." After confirming how quickly his skill improved, Luo Yi resumed practicing in the yard.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Just before lunchtime, someone knocked at the gate.
He stopped practicing and walked to the front of the yard, peering outside through a crack in the gate.
Wang Meng and Aunt Song stood at the gate, knocking. Behind them stood a young woman of about sixteen or seventeen, with fair, lovely skin and a tear mole at the corner of her left eye that lent her a touch of heroic spirit.
"Uncle Wang, Aunt Song, come in and sit down."
Luo Yi opened the gate and greeted them warmly.
"Ahem, ahem! Well, Xiao Yi, I have something to take care of in a bit, so I won't come in."
"I mainly brought Ling Yun over today so you two could meet and see whether you take a liking to each other!"
Hearing Aunt Song's explanation, Luo Yi understood why they had come. In his memories, the body's original owner had liked Zhang Ling Yun quite a bit, but Luo Yi himself wasn't interested.
Zhang Ling Yun hadn't wanted to come in the first place; Aunt Song had practically dragged her here. Now she appraised the young man before her.
He wore rough cloth clothes and was covered in sweat. At a glance, he was clearly someone who'd spent years doing hard labor! On top of that, he didn't seem very bright. Once, when she'd asked him to solve the simplest arithmetic problem, he'd spent ages without coming up with an answer. Still, he had sharp brows and bright eyes, and was quite handsome—unlike when he was a child.
Other than his handsome face, the young man before her had