It had been half a year since I last saw Chiang Xiao.
Back then, while she was pale and pretty, she resembled a malnourished kitten that could be blown over by a gust of wind; moreover, her large eyes were lifeless, and she seemed rather listless.
But now, Chiang Xiao had completely transformed.
Although she was still slender, she no longer appeared frail, especially her cheeks, which after gaining a bit of flesh, looked youthfully charming and irresistible. The sparkle in those big eyes of hers was undeniable, and she had grown noticeably taller—truly, a sight to behold.
"Uncle," Chiang Xiao called out to him.
"Ah, ah!" Yang Dazhi finally snapped back to reality, and managed to squeeze out a sentence, "Chiang Xiao is becoming more and more handsome."
This was indeed one of the happiest and most comforting developments for Chiang Songhai and Ge Liutao.
