Lin Xinlan lowered her gaze, a tear slid from the corner of her eye, carrying a touch of helpless sorrow.
Everyone fell silent.
She wiped away the tear and smiled, "Let’s not talk about that. I’m still alive now, so I should smile instead of being sad. By the way, Brother Yang, I bought a bottle of medicinal wine for you this morning when I went out. I heard it’s very effective for treating arthritis. You should have arthritis in your legs too, why not give it a try? It might alleviate your pain."
Lin Xinlan handed a bottle of medicinal wine to him, and Yang Ming reached out to take it, thanking her gratefully.
"Big sister, there are very few good people like you nowadays. You’re the kindest person I’ve ever met," he said.
Lin Xinlan smiled and waved her hand, "Brother Yang, you are overpraising me. I’m only thinking about helping others as much as I can while I’m still alive because I know I’m going to die. Maybe if I do enough good deeds, I can go to heaven."
Yang Ming looked at her deeply, his lips pressed tightly together, unable to utter a word.
"Let’s have breakfast, it’s getting cold," she hurriedly called them to eat. Yang Ming picked up his bowl, drinking the hot and thick porridge, feeling warm inside.
After eating, Yang Shan hurried to wash the dishes.
Lin Xinlan and Yang Ming sat in the living room watching television when Yang Ming suddenly asked her, "Big sister, let me ask you something. If you had the chance to continue living, would you sacrifice everything?"
Lin Xinlan’s eyes flickered slightly, she looked at Yang Ming in surprise, as if she didn’t expect him to ask such a hypothetical question.
Yang Ming was looking at her too, even though he was much older than her.
But his eyes were bright, filled with depth and wisdom, not at all clouded.
Her eyes were bright as well.
It was because only her exterior had aged, her heart was still young.
Were Yang Ming’s eyes like hers because his heart was also young?
Shifting her gaze lightly, Lin Xinlan smiled faintly, "Such a scenario doesn’t exist. I’m definitely going to die, so there’s no chance for me to continue living."
Yang Ming asked in a deep voice, "What if there is?"
His voice, deep and magnetic, didn’t sound at all like that of an old man in his seventies or eighties.
Lin Xinlan looked at him coolly, her gaze calm, "Who exactly are you?"
Yang Ming laughed heartily, a laugh that felt very familiar to Lin Xinlan.
"When did you see through us?" he asked her.
Lin Xinlan looked at him in shock, her eyes filled with disbelief.
Yang Ming’s gaze was piercing, and it held an enigmatic obscurity.
Yang Shan came out of the kitchen, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, her posture casual as she faced them.
Lin Xinlan was now one hundred percent sure of their identities.
She took a deep breath and said coldly, "It was just yesterday that I saw through you. At your age, your legs are as strong as a young man’s. I knew then that you weren’t as old as you appeared, you must be around thirty, you’ve just disguised yourself... I thought you were just passing by and happened upon me by chance, but it turns out you came for me."
She paused, her voice growing colder, "I thought you were dead, I never expected you to be alive. Qiao Yiyang, how long do you want to toy with me? Do you like what you see now?"
"Xinlan..." Qiao Yiyang also stopped pretending, looking at her intently, extending his hand wanting to touch her face.