The three children were all very outstanding, especially that girl.
Su Qingdong’s eyes seemed to be lost. It was as if he had seen that young girl again.
At that time, she was like a rose, standing in the wind. She smiled gently and the dimples on her face sank deeply.
He stretched out his hand, wanting to grab something, but his hand in the air was unable to touch anything.
And he was about to grab him. Yes, he was about to grab her, just a little bit, just a little bit more.
He raised his old hand again, and finally, his fingers condensed into a touch of warmth..
He grabbed her.
When he opened his old eyes again, he saw a young girl, just like Ye Rong’s age at that time, the years of youth, the time of youth.
But he looked at his fingers that were almost as dry as tree bark.
Suddenly, he smiled, but his nose was sore from smiling.
“You’re very much like your grandmother.”
