Ms. Yan couldn't believe it as she touched her own face. The smooth, soft sensation made her fingertips tremble continuously.
"Zhao'er, you've also become younger... just like the little girl who used to cling to me whenever I visited her before she got married," she said.
No trace of sorrow left by life, nor the wrinkles and frostiness of age.
Ms. Yan covered her eyes, and tears as big as beans fell through the gaps between her fingers.
"Zhao'er, I'm sorry for you, dear."
"I'm also sorry for your brother and sister-in-law...." She thought that taking care of her brother and sister-in-law's only daughter by her side was the best choice.
Being both her aunt and mother-in-law, she wouldn't treat her own niece harshly, but who would've thought.....
Miss Yan leaned over, "Don't blame yourself, Aunt, it's fate."
