The old man was the same, arranging her hair, and now her hair turned white, while that young lad had died many years ago, turned to bones.
"Grandma, what's wrong?" Ji Shunuan smiled and came back to reality.
Noticing the old lady's strange behavior, she quickly asked worriedly.
The old lady waved her hand and said softly, "It's nothing, just thinking about the old man. When he was young, he would do my hair too, and over those years together, he never changed his heart."
"Even until he died, he still loved me deeply," sighed the old lady softly.
Mentioning the old man, her voice became exceptionally tender, as if afraid to disturb the memories of their youth.
"What a man says isn't important, but you need to see what he does subconsciously when he's by your side," the old lady said, smiling at Ji Shunuan.
Looking at Ji Shunuan's delicate face, high nose bridge, and beautiful almond-shaped eyes, her eyes were filled with satisfaction.
