They were now living a comfortable life on the island, ancient pedantry and feudal superstition distressed Xiaoyu deeply, so if possible, she would prefer to live on this island for the rest of her life, but now it seemed that the tranquility was about to be disrupted by a man named Yan Qing.
Yan Qing appeared to be a tall man, and if it were not for his illness that made him so frail, his gaze and demeanor would suggest that he was not an ordinary citizen like them. She had noticed the way he ate; despite hunger and thirst, he never wolfed down his food, but instead chewed slowly and delicately, more so than her.
This indicated that he came from a well-off family, at the very least one that had subjected him to strict etiquette training.
