Rachel looked around the living hall, nothing much changed. She looked at everyone that was there sitting quietly. It was awkward obviously.
Seeing Camellia holding onto Ethan, Rachel smiled. "How old is he?"
"Ah Ethan?" Camellia paused, taking a peek at Ethan that was on her lap, "I think about four? Or three?" She turned to Alexander asking for help.
"Three." Alexander answered, confirming Ethan's age.
Michael, who had been quiet since earlier, could only gaze at Rachel in front of him. It's been a while since he saw her beautiful face. Even though the wrinkles on her face were clearly visible, nothing could cover the radiant that she emitted.
Rachel gulped before shifting her eyes towards the man that she had been nervous to meet, "How are you?" Her lips, curved a feeble smile.
Nodding, Michael met her eyes, "This is how it looks, I'm doing okay I guess." He smiled back.
