The old man called Grandma was not a real granny, but a male old man in his sixties. Grandma was a homonym for some form of address, but to the people of the Central Plains, it sounded like "Grandma".
The old man sat cross-legged on the uneven bed as if he was in meditation. Behind him was a wall with several cracks.
"Ah Wei, are you sure it's her?" The old man's voice seemed to come from ancient times. It was old, distant, and mysterious.
Ah Wei was the man who had gone to open the door and met Yu Wan once. Other than him, there were two other young men in the room.
Ah Wei clenched his leather-gloved fists and said firmly, "That face is exactly the same as the portrait! Besides, I've seen her in the crowd when I was young! I'm definitely not mistaken!"
A young man with a small scar under his right eye said, "It's been eighteen years. How can she not have changed at all?"
"This…" Ah Wei was stunned and fell into a daze.
