He Yi nodded slightly. “Inform the driver to prepare to set off for the sanatorium!”
*
Chu Piaoyun’s complexion looked terrible. She had almost lost five kilograms. She looked like an orange that had been squeezed dry, leaving behind only a layer of dry wrinkles. Sitting under the Wisteria Rack in the garden, she was as silent as an old man. If no one came, she seemed to be able to sit still for a few hours.
When he yi walked over, she saw the back of Chu Piaoyun’s head, her white hair and her stooped waist. She looked at the lonely old woman quietly and did not say anything.
After a long time, Chu Piaoyun slowly turned around and looked at the visitor.
He Yi was slightly stunned. Although she had expected Chu Piaoyun to be much older, she did not expect her to be so old. Her face was full of wrinkles and her expression was indifferent. Only her eyes were filled with cold hatred when she saw he yi.