The man was in his prime, muscular and well-built, with a handsome face. He wasn't particularly good-looking, but he was definitely a tough guy.
The old woman had white hair and a wrinkled face. She was old and didn't look like she had much time left to live. However, the two got along like husband and wife, and their behavior was full of affection and tenderness.
From a distance, Song Mi'er couldn't hear what they were saying very clearly, but Feng Jiu could. It was the quiet coexistence of ordinary people, ordinary yet filled with warmth and deep affection, with expectations for life and the future.
