Thinking of her son, who had been like a walking corpse recently, Mrs. Zhou couldn't help but thank the heavens.
She looked at her son and daughter-in-law standing across from her, and her eyes stung. Even the iron lady almost shed a tear.
Heaven seemed to show special favor to the beauties it created. Xu Su was now thirty, yet her beauty hadn't faded in the slightest. In fact, she had gained a more mature, flower-like charm. Having been coddled and shielded from the world, she looked like a young woman in her early twenties.
During the four months she was in a coma, she had been taken care of very well. Her skin was still as white as snow and her hair as black as ink. Standing there so gracefully, she was a sight that couldn't be ignored.
But what about her son?
Her proper and handsome son?
Aged, haggard, and gaunt. Standing together, they didn't look like they had a five-year age gap at all. He looked at least fifteen years older.
