People in the village couldn't say much about whether someone was good-looking or not.
But this young man had attended university outside and had seen the flashy side of society; he naturally knew that someone as beautiful as Ellen Young was a rarity in the countryside.
He had been somewhat dismissive when his mother mentioned her before, but now that he had seen her in person, she was astonishingly beautiful!
The girl's delicate and petite features, with clear distinction between the black and white of her eyes, looked cool and indifferent, even the gaze that rested upon others seemed detached.
She was clearly someone who wasn't easy to get along with.
This was the conclusion formed by the young man's mother.
However, she couldn't help but give in when her son took her hand and whispered, "Mom, I like her."