The familiar face of the other party invoked a deep sorrow in An Mingji's heart.
"Grandmother—"
He couldn't help but blurt out.
The tremor and nostalgia in that word 'grandmother' left nothing else to be said, no need for identity confirmation; An Feng was sure of the young man's identity.
Suppressing her excitement, An Feng beckoned to An Mingji, "Child, come here."
Once she spoke, the dazed expression on An Mingji's face quickly returned to normal.
The elderly woman before him was not his grandmother.
When his grandmother passed away, he personally watched the old lady leave with regret.
The elderly woman in front of him, apart from resembling his grandmother, had neither the temperament nor the look in her eyes that his familiar grandmother would have shown.
An Mingji squeezed Gu Jin's hand tightly, emotions surging within him.
