Li Aozi was not shocked by the other party; he simply came quietly behind them, sat leaning back against the person, stretched out his right hand over his left shoulder, and placed it on the other's shoulder.
The old woman saw his intention and placed her hand on the back of his hand, quietly feeling the warmth of the other:
"Your hand is still as warm and strong, and the skin just as youthful. I still remember when I held this hand and kneeled to propose to you—heh, back in my youthful days, I was truly full of life."
Li Aozi did not say anything; he could feel the wrinkled palm trembling incessantly.
The old woman had not spoken to anyone familiar for too long; she needed some time to adjust and organize her words.
