"You, you're that woman's family member?"
In the quiet space, a woman suddenly asked Shen Yan with a dazed expression.
Shen Yan, wearing this outfit, had too strong a presence; the moment she appeared, she instantly captured everyone's attention, making it difficult for others to ignore her.
"I am."
Shen Yan physically relaxed when she saw Gu Ting lying there safe and sound, and then she turned to look at the group of people standing on the side.
The woman looked to be in her forties or fifties, her face etched with the traces of a hard life; her eyes were visibly weary and murky, but with Shen Yan's reflection in them, the bloodshot eyes gave her sallow face an inexplicable brightness, even her gaze seeming startlingly bright.
Shen Yan thought that this woman must have been a beauty when she was young.
But time spares no one, and it had left many marks on her face.