Lin Che looked at Mu Wanqing, "Mom, I'm telling the truth. When I first met you, I never thought you would be Gu Jingze's mother. You clearly look like a young madam in her thirties."
"Ah, how good it would be if I was really that young."
"You're still young and there's not a single wrinkle on your face. If I get older and look half as young as you, that would already be good enough."
"That will definitely happen. Little Che, you're so pretty," Mu Wanqing said.
Lin Che said, "I don't want to think about anything else. I don't think growing old and getting a few wrinkles matters that much. I just hope that I will still be beautiful with a mountain of wrinkles, right? Of course, it would be best if I could be like you with no wrinkles at all."
Mu Wanqing laughed and said, "Good thinking. Wrinkles come sooner or later; you don't have to fear it."
