The changes in Ying Fuyan were immense.
His appearance and overall demeanor seemed to have transformed completely, leaving barely any traces of his past self.
Yao Ru wasn't excited or joyous. What overflowed from her to her very core was a painful compassion.
What could someone have gone through for even their bone structure to change?
Yu Tingwan didn't hide anything from her: "It's not good. Even if he rests well, he doesn't have many years left..."
Yao Ru's face turned ashen.
Unwittingly, she tightened her grip.
The infant in her embrace had tender skin and cried out in pain.
Yet Yao Ru did not soothe him immediately.
She stood frozen in place.
Actually... she rarely cried anymore.
No one cared; if she cried too much, who would even notice? Her situation didn't allow for weakness.
But at this moment, tears welled up in her eyes.
Yu Tingwan approached to look at the child. Though still young, his appearance...
"Looks like me."
Yao Ru's voice was soft.
