'Mom, good morning,' Tu Xiao'an thought. His mother stared at him blankly, filling him with a mixture of surprise and joy.
Wen Qiu suddenly broke into a smile, as if she had heard him.
"Mom, how are you feeling now?" Tu Xiaoyue asked, watching from the side.
Hearing this, Wen Qiu finally turned to her daughter and said softly, "I'm good. I feel wonderful right now. I've never felt better."
Wen Qiu now had a rosy complexion. Her hair, once showing the signs of her fifty years, was now as black as ink, without a single strand of white. On her face, the wrinkles seemed to have gone into hibernation; not a single crease remained. She looked at least a decade younger.
In fact, she looked like a young woman in her thirties. Standing next to Tu Xiaoyue, they hardly looked like mother and daughter anymore.
