Ren Chuqing's eyes turned red as soon as she saw Uncle Qin.
Three years had passed, and Uncle Qin seemed to have aged even more, yet in reality, he was only around 60 years old.
She walked up to Uncle Qin and said softly, "Uncle Qin, I've come."
Uncle Qin, who had been sitting with his head lowered, slowly lifted his gaze upon seeing Ren Chuqing and smiled kindly, "It's Xiao Qing, you finally came to see this old man. I've been waiting for you for a long time, waiting to see you, to make sure you're alright. Now that I've seen you're well, I can rest easy."
The tears that she had been holding back in her eyes, now seemed uncontrollable and suddenly surged out.
"I'm fine, Uncle Qin, I've come to see you!" Ren Chuqing choked out, squatting down in front of him.
"That's good, that's good!" Uncle Qin stroked Ren Chuqing's head, murmuring to himself.