She was able to persist for so many years thanks to Old Mrs. Cen.
Ever since she married into the Cen family, old Mrs. Cen treated her like her own daughter and never made things difficult for her.
Over here.
Old Mrs. Cen had just turned around when she could not control herself.
Tears poured down like rain.
She lost her husband at the age of 36 and her son at the age of 56. Her life was like a coptis, bitter and astringent.
“You are useless. Why are you crying? What is there to cry about?”Old Mrs. Cen patted herself. “You are already so old. How can you be so pretentious? Aren’t you afraid of being laughed at?”
As she spoke, Old Mrs. Cen seemed to have realized something. She continued, “I am not old! I Am Not Old at all!”
The little fairy will never be old!
As she thought about it, old Mrs. Cen’s mood improved a lot. She hummed a little tune as she walked downstairs.