"How old are you?" Cheng Nuo walked up to the young girl, noting her red lips, white teeth, and delicate, well-defined features. She was a bit malnourished, but in Dali Village—a rugged place full of rough-hewn men and sallow, weather-beaten women—she stood out like a daisy growing in a patch of weeds, making one unable to help but take a second look.
But she was merely a wildflower by the roadside, incomparable to the carefully cultivated peonies and roses of a grand estate.
The girl’s eyes curved into a sweet, attractive shape, and she replied, "I’m sixteen. I meet the village chief’s minimum age requirement."
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