Seeing this, Tiana Thorne suddenly felt a dull pain in her chest, not too heavy nor too light. For some reason, from Jonas Jarvis and Pearl Jarvis's interaction, she saw a kind of gentle tranquility of the passing years.
Suddenly, she didn't want to believe that her previous assumptions were true.
In fact, she somewhat didn't want to disturb their peace.
Rouge Jarvis pursed her lips and sat down by her bed: "Pearl, why have you caught a cold again?"
She raised her eyes and reached out to hold her hand: "Sister, you haven't come for several days."
Only then did Tiana Thorne see her aunt clearly. Her eyes, which seemed to smile or not, were affectionate, with a touch of melancholy between her brows. Illness enveloped her slender figure. In quietness, she was like a beautiful flower reflected in water; in movement, she seemed like a fragile willow swaying in the wind.
Suddenly, she recalled a phrase.
