Aurora silently watched as Alexander and Peyton walked toward the backyard. Her heart felt like it was being torn apart, but gradually, it grew numb.
Perhaps when the pain reaches its peak, a person stops caring about any further hurt.
At that moment, the sound of footsteps came from upstairs. Peyton turned around, and upon seeing the elderly woman upstairs, she immediately smiled and called out, "Aunt, you finally came down! We've been waiting for you for so long!"
Mrs. Wilson was supported by Mrs. Wilson and Madison as she walked down. At seventy years old, her thin frame and wrinkled face resembled the bark of a tree, like a blade of grass swaying in the wind…
But her eyes were still sharp. Upon seeing Peyton, Mrs. Wilson smiled gently, "Peyton, so it's you… You've been so heartless, not coming to see your aunt for months!"
Peyton quickly released Alexander's hand and ran up, like a purple butterfly, radiating the charm and joy of a princess.
