He was a white-haired old man dressed in Shu silk. His back was slightly hunched, and his face was lined with deep wrinkles, yet he did not look like someone given to anger. He stood at the doorway, gazing at Baili Moqing, his eyes filled with a complex, tender warmth, and a glimmer of tears.
"Your Highness, Prince Li, you’ve come!" His voice was low and hoarse, bearing the murky, weathered quality of old age.
"It is you, Uncle De. It has been a long time." Seeing him, Baili Moqing stepped forward to steady him. "How is your health, Uncle?"
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