On the verge of widowhood

However, Bai Qing never expected that the patriarch of the succulent clan would be Ruan Shengjin, who was a smash hit generation of beauties many years ago.

The woman in a plain robe sitting on a chair made of vines was talking to Bai Zi, occasionally raising her eyes to look at Bai who was a few steps away and smiling at him.

Clearly without color, every frown and smile are extremely fresh and beautiful.

Bai Qing lowered his head.

In this way, she has lived 108 years.

Some inexplicable thoughts passed through his mind very quickly, so fast that Bai Qing had already been dragged away from the hall by Bai Zi before he could see its embryonic form clearly.

On the way, Bai Qing turned his head in a sense of loss. Even though they were far away, he could still feel Ruan Shengjin smiling in the direction they left.

That smile seemed to clearly write a century.