In Liao Shasha's eyes, men weren't scary, and neither were older men. What was scary was an older man with a formidable extended family.
His sisters, sisters-in-law, and mother were nothing. Even his ninety-year-old grandfather refused to sit on the sidelines.
Wen Xu thought he was a grown man who could hold his own anywhere, but around this girl a full twelve years younger than him, he felt like a man in his thirties turning into a bit of a creep, and his brain cells were no longer up to the task.
“Uncle, you're a good person.” Wen Xu had just been handed the “good guy” card, and for the first time felt that his face wasn't getting him anywhere.
This is a story about a decent older man and a violent young girl. There is no chasing after each other, just a love that grows slowly over time.
