The woman clutching Du Yuxi was a noble lady dressed in a black evening gown. Her light makeup barely concealed the fine lines on her face, yet it could not entirely mask the marks left by the passage of time.
She held Du Yuxi’s hand with surprising strength. Her eyes were rimmed with red and brimming with tears, yet she refused to blink, as if she were desperately trying to etch the image of the person before her into her very soul.
Du Yuxi did not dare move. Since this woman could call her mother by name, she was clearly an acquaintance, though Yuxi remained uncertain of her identity.
Chapter 62