Just as she finished speaking, a figure appeared silently behind her. A hand gently tapped her on the shoulder.
"Auntie."
"Huh?"
Hearing the voice, Amanda Grant quickly turned around to see someone standing right behind her.
The lanterns in the courtyard cast a bright glow that evening, and he stood right in the light. He was tall, with a slender, upright build. His face was picturesque and uncommonly handsome—truly a stunning sight. He looked so much like her sister and brother-in-law. 'What was that saying from the storybooks again? A man as fine as jade, a gentleman without equal in this world!'
Seeing the young man before her, Amanda Grant let out a silent, marmot-like scream in her heart.
SQUEEEEEEE!
'Whose nephew is this, so handsome!'
'He's mine! He's my nephew!'
She walked up to him, looking him up and down before speaking. "You must be Aaron, right? Oh, my, you're just so handsome."
