Her once-plump, pumpkin-like face had thinned into a pointed oval.
Yao Xili’s eyes reddened. "Mom, how did you get so thin? Do you… do you still recognize me?"
Old Mrs. Yao’s previously dazed and vacant eyes suddenly rolled, then fixed on Yao Xili. She stared for a long time before her lips moved, and she said with great agitation, "Second… it’s my second, it’s Mom’s good son, Mom’s filial son."
Chapter 957