Her eyes suddenly turned red. She could hardly believe that this old nun was actually her Purple Chervil. After all, she had aged severely.
She had seen Purple Chervil old before, but the last time she looked around fifty. This time... she was even older. Her purple eyes were gone, and she had shaved her head. Her back hunched, her body unstraightened, gripping dentures. Once tall over one meter seventy, now stooped and shrunken due to her bent back.
However, no matter how much a person changes, those eyes are forever the most familiar to her.
"Grow up!"
She gave her a reproachful glare, and then Yun Ge climbed onto the bed.
Her hand trembled as she gently touched Dong Huiying's face, feeling the deep wrinkles on it, like furrows.
Large teardrops fell, "So ugly!"
Dong Huiying: "..." She sighed silently, "Why seek me out? I'm most afraid of this from you guys,"
Helping Yun Ge wipe the tears from her face, she received a light slap. The slap landed on the back of her hand.
