"He's here."
Inside the small temple in Guangjiang Residential Area, Wang Shanshan seemed to sense something and immediately looked toward the entrance.
Zhang Wenwen and Jiang Yan immediately followed her gaze.
Outside the entrance, a young man of about twenty, fair-skinned and still carrying a trace of youthful innocence, strode toward them. He looked ordinary; aside from his somewhat cold temperament, there was nothing remarkable about him.
"Is he Yang Jian? How is he so young?" Zhang Wenwen's expression was filled with surprise.
Based on her guess, Yang Jian should have been from the same era as Aunt Jiang and her grandfather. Even if he was not eighty now, he should at least have been well into his seventies. How could he have remained so young?
But she quickly thought of Sister Wang.
Sister Wang had also remained young for decades. From Zhang Wenwen's childhood until now, she had barely changed at all. Perhaps Yang Jian was the same.
"Yang Jian." Jiang Yan's eyes instantly reddened, and tears began streaming uncontrollably down her face.
Countless memories of the past kept surfacing in her mind until those precious recollections filled her heart. In a daze, she seemed to have returned to those days.
But when she stretched out her hand and saw her wrinkled arm, Jiang Yan immediately snapped back to reality.
She was already very old, over eighty.
If not for her comfortable life and careful health maintenance over the years, she could never have lived until now. She would have died long ago, just like Zhang Liqin.
"Jiang Yan, you've grown old." Yang Jian's voice rang out, as calm and faintly cold as ever.
Tears streaming down her face, Jiang Yan touched her aged cheek. "Sixty years have passed. How could I not grow old? You're still exactly the