"Linghuai is here." Old Madam Yu looked at Zhou Linghuai with a smile on her face.
Zhou Linghuai was used to being indifferent, and most of his clothes were green. It was rare for them to be so expensive. Today, he was wearing this because of Yao Yao's birthday.
It was obvious that just like her, he really had Yao Yao in his heart.
Zhou Linghuai responded and went forward to greet Old Madam Yu.
The few of them were already almost grown up, so there was no need to avoid him. They also looked at Zhou Linghuai openly. They saw him sitting in a wheelchair, dressed in Song wishing silk and golden leaves. His temples look like they had been cut by a knife, and his eyes were like a painting.
In particular, his eyes were like a deep abyss, as if they contained all the stars in the sky. They were deep and boundless, and hidden in their beauty was a bottomless darkness.
