Old Mrs. Xia's smile was full of satisfaction as she gently embraced Yunluo, sighing, "Our Yunluo has truly grown up."
Yunluo, however, was taken aback.
She couldn't bring herself to smile. Her hands, hidden in her sleeves, clenched tightly, her eyes lowered, biting her molars hard.
If she didn't, she feared she would break down and cry the next moment.
Yes, she had grown up.
She had exchanged a lifetime of pain and hardship for this growth. Although decades had passed, the memories of the past were vivid, so clear that when she closed her eyes, she could see her former self.
The stubborn self, unwilling to endure, unwilling to suffer losses, always insisting on calculating everything.
No matter how smooth life was in the boudoir, whatever advantages she took, in the later years, she paid back many times over.
After surviving such a life, how could she not have grown up?
This experience was bloody and deep, visible to the bone.
