"Auntie, are you all right?" Wu Lan worriedly supported the elderly woman, noticing how she appeared, it seemed that the elder lady indeed knew Uncle Xu.
However, at that moment the elderly woman had no mind to answer Wu Lan's question.
She looked at Xu Wentian in shock, reaching out her trembling hands, which shook incessantly in the air, shivering several times.
Her lips also quivered, her eyes filled with incredulity and astonishment.
How, how could it be possible, how could this man be her Wentian?
Her Wentian was clearly already dead.
The elderly lady couldn't help but cover her mouth.
Xu Wentian just stood there in front of her, leaning on his cane, bending at the waist.
His face, full of wrinkles, was overtaken by tears as he struggled to walk over.
His hands helplessly reached out into the air, wanting to call her name, yet he didn't know what it was, this sense of powerlessness made Xu Wentian both anxious and irate.
