As everyone left, Yu Xi stood up and walked to sit by the bed.
Elder Dan looked at Yu Xi in silence, not saying a word, "..."
At this moment, he couldn't distinguish whether the woman in front of him was Yu Xi or not.
She had the same face as Yu Xi, wore the same preferred Cheongsam dress, styled her hair in the same bun, and even her speaking voice was identical to Yu Xi.
Elder Dan's pupils contracted slightly. He opened his mouth to call Yu Xi's name, but the words were swallowed back.
This woman isn't Yu Xi, Elder Dan was clear in his heart.
Yu Xi had died. Even if she were alive, she would be 74 years old now, and could not possibly have the youthful and beautiful face of the woman in front of him. Even with advanced modern medical technology, it wouldn't be possible for someone to preserve such a perfect appearance.
Elder Dan looked at the woman before him expressionless, "Who are you?"
"Yu Xi."
Elder Dan scoffed coldly, "You can't be Yu Xi."
He was old, not senile.
