The girl looked up at the sound.
At that moment, her eyebrows and eyes became clearer.
The sunlight painted her face with a delicate golden hue, her eyes cool like water.
It was as if a flawless sculpture opened its eyes, and the long-slumbering beauty awakened at this moment.
Su Wen stared blankly, her eyes suddenly becoming misty with gathering tears.
Even though she and Luyan met for the first time twenty-five years ago.
But because she had been asleep for twenty-five years, the first meeting felt like it was five years ago to her.
Everything was still vivid in her memory.
In that instant, she seemed to see Luyan walking towards her.
Not that the appearance was so similar, but the gaze.
Ying Zijin was also taken aback.
She stepped forward, about to bend down to pick up the lunch box.
But in the next second, her hand was grabbed.
The woman's hand was icy cold, very much like winter snow, chilling to the bone.
Ying Zijin paused: "Aunt?"
