No matter how fond she had become of her husband's family, or how wonderful their children were, it couldn't replace her own childhood or the parents who held her at the center of their hearts. Mrs. Lu truly longed for affection.
"Uncle." Standing before Yang Zuyu, Mrs. Lu's excitement made her voice a bit hoarse.
Yang Zuyu, stirred by her utterly familiar address, gave her a keen look, his voice rough, "Yilian, the way you look now, I can hardly recognize you."
Mrs. Lu shyly brushed her hair with her hand, "Yes, I've become uglier, older."
"Not at all, I think you look much younger. You seem even more beautiful than when you first married into the family," Yang Zuyu remarked excitedly.
