Qin Yi quickly found an exit, only to see a figure walking out from the sea of flowers. She had white hair and gentle features; the pair of eyes were faintly muddy but filled with an unconcealable love.
She was an affable old lady. The gentleness in her eyes was capable of putting people's guard down and not be hostile with her any longer.
The old lady locked eyes with Qin Yi and revealed a gentle smile. "Yiyi, you grew up so well. Come, let me take a look at you."
Qin Yi's eyes were bloodshot. "Who are you?"
Yun Huan sensed something amiss and grabbed onto Qin Yi's small hands. He suddenly discovered that her temperature was extremely low, and her palm was perspiring in cold sweat.
The old lady was confused but maintained an affable look. "Yiyi, I am your grandmother. How can you not remember me? It's possible, I guess. I left when you were so young. Not remembering me is normal."
