"Shen Luhua." The three words came out of her mouth with a force, completely different from the simple woman in the village. As if transformed, if not seen with one's own eyes, no one would believe the person in front of them was Shen Luhua.
Even with the same clothes, it was a world of difference.
The assistant hurriedly rushed back into the courtyard, "Old leader, old leader..."
"What's the matter? Why are you in such a hurry?" The doctor was about to help the old man back inside when he heard the anxious scolding, "The old man can't handle a scare."
"But, someone came outside and said she is Shen Luhua."
The elderly man, who originally had his eyes closed, suddenly opened them wide, "Quick, let her in..." Before he finished speaking, he paused, for Shen Luhua had already entered, standing straight in front of him.
In those stubborn eyes, there was still the brilliance of the past.
Fifteen years gone, the youngest daughter had aged so much.
