In the vice chair sat a girl around their age, who bore some resemblance to the elderly man.
Even while seated, she kept an erect posture, her face was pretty, and her short black hair reached only her earlobes. She showed no expression, looking quite stern.
As Xu Ying and the others pushed the door open and entered, the two people sitting stood up.
The previously stern old man revealed an expression of surprise mingled with joy: "Yingying, it's really you, you truly... haven't changed a bit."
Xu Ying's eyes widened: "Oh my god, you've... become so old!"
Although in this world, fifty or sixty years had passed, for Xu Ying it hadn't been that long.
She had traveled through time, the last time she saw this person in front of her, for her, it was only...
A few days ago.
"It's been fifty-five years, I'm already eighty, how could I not be old." The old man sighed, "I really didn't expect to see you again before I die."
