Upon closer inspection, the more he looked, the stranger he seemed, yet he couldn't quite pinpoint what was odd.
By the time everyone had boarded Old Mu's spacious horse carriage, Old Mu finally realized what was amiss.
"What's that thing growing under the corner of your eye?" Old Mu pointed at Ye Zi'an and then shockingly said, "Years have gone by, how did you get so marred?" Old Mu mused to himself that his nephew used to be handsome and distinguished, one in a hundred.
But now, looking at him was like looking at a wax statue, he was just too ordinary, blending into the crowd without drawing any attention. A careful look might reveal he wasn't too bad, but what about that thing at the corner of his eye, and those dots on the bridge of his nose?
At these words, Mr. Luo burst into hearty laughter.
Yet, Ye Zi'an remained calm, "Uncle, a man should be judged by his knowledge and breadth of mind; appearances are secondary."