Xu Ruoying's villa.
Last night, Ye Yan and Ye Dan both slept in Feng Lin's room.
Ye Dan comforted Ye Yan all night because, after all, it was because of her that Ye Yan's father had died.
The next morning, Ye Yan suddenly pointed at Ye Dan in amazement, "Aunt, you…"
"What…?"
Ye Dan had stopped in the middle of speaking.
But she made an effort to finish the last word.
She was shocked because of her own voice.
Her voice was usually as clear and melodious as that of an oriole—essentially the voice of someone in her twenties.
But now, she felt like a middle-aged woman.
The change wasn't actually that drastic, but she was used to her original tone of voice.
A sudden change was bound to feel off immediately.
"Your face, your face…"
Ye Yan pointed at Ye Dan and exclaimed.
"My face?"
Ye Dan immediately got up and went to the mirror beside her, looking at her own reflection.
She smiled, "Not bad, I still have some charm."
Ye Dan had aged.
