In the hall, Bei Dihong sat on the sofa in the middle.
After a few months, his hair seemed to have turned even whiter.
His eyes slightly sunken, his complexion was somewhat worse than before.
I still remember the first time meeting the old gentleman, he was still agile and didn't show any aging.
He was naturally imposing, such awe-inspiring presence.
Now, in just half a year, he seemed to have aged a lot.
Baili Xia couldn't help but feel a tinge of sadness in her heart, softly called out, "Sir Bei."
She stepped forward to the old man, respectfully saluted him.
"Xiaxia has come."
Seeing Baili Xia, Bei Dihong was also seldom excited, tremblingly extended his large hand.
Baili Xia hurriedly reached out her hand and handed it over.
Looking at his kind brows and now so aged appearance, she couldn't help but feel a pang of pain in her heart.
Bei Dihong held Baili Xia's hand in his palm, gently pulling her to sit on the sofa to his left.
