999 Dreaming of the Butterfly

She slowly sank into the seat opposite him.

The young girl back then had now become an old lady with a head of silvery hair. Her lips had lost their gleam, no longer possessing the same allure as before. But all these didn't do much to cover up the beauty she held today. This was the kind of beauty that came from months and years of accumulated peace and calmness, and that was even more precious than natural beauty.

There were over a thousand old women in this universe, but she was the most beautiful of them all.

Pei Ziheng stared at her, momentarily caught in a daze. It was obvious that Li Lei had been treating her well, not allowing her to work nor undergo any discomfort. He felt a wave of reassurance wash over him, and also a tinge of disgruntlement. The feeling of both emotions winding together felt foreign.

The housemaid came up to ask her what she wanted to drink.

She said, "I'll have some rose tea, thank you."