Liu Tingruo merely nodded slightly at his words, then smiled and said, "It's already passed."
Her eyes overflowed with gentle warmth like water, and a faint smile lingered on her lips; she stood still here, resembling a snow-draped plum tree, maintaining an elegant posture despite the erosion of time.
Jiang Shu, however, felt nothing special. The device under his feet, Little Yi, was struck dumb; it stared blankly at the woman before it, smiling warmly, and for a brief moment, it seemed to see the happy Liu Tingruo from over thirty years ago.
How long had it been since he had seen such a smile on her face?
Little Yi didn't want to calculate those days; it only knew that it had definitely been a very long time.
It seemed that upon seeing Jiang Shu... even though it was the Jiang Shu from the past, Ruo Ma had started to get better?
It seemed...
It needed to talk to Jiang Shu soon about Ruo Ma's condition, to hasten the change of her body.
