Master San had just passed the age of thirty, with a tall and handsome stature, and a graceful demeanor, and held the title of Scholar. After the death of his wife, there was no shortage of familiar families proposing marriage on his behalf, but worrying about his young daughter being mistreated, and not having met someone who truly appealed to his heart, he let the matter drag on.
The first time Master San met Lixiu, he was moved by her calm and gentle demeanor, feeling an awakening of affection like that of a young boy. Of course, he was not really a young boy and would not act timid and cautious like one, nor would he probe with ambiguity. After confirming his own feelings, he promptly found an opportunity to meet Lixiu and expressed his admiration for her.
Lixiu had never considered remarrying, even if she thought well of Master San, she did not entertain any distant thoughts, but she did not expect Master San to be so bold and direct.