Li Huimei followed Jiang Ruoying nervously and walked into the special elevator.

The weak weightlessness was captured by her old body when the elevator started. She coughed and leaned on the ground.

She smiled bitterly, saying that there are gains and losses is generally very reasonable. When people get old, their vision, hearing, touch, taste, smell, and smell have decreased, and their ability to perceive bad situations has increased.

It was a little cold and the wind was a little heavy. Even the swaying of the elevator could bring a blow to her body.

"When I see that lord, what should I pay attention to?" Li Huimei put her hands on the crutch and turned her head to look at Jiang Ruoying.

She is the second group of members to join the club. She has never seen that mysterious existence and has never felt the power that is beyond human power.

But through other members, through descriptions of her status, fear or fanaticism, piousness or taboo, she has fully understood the greatness of the mysterious existence.

"The shopkeeper is very kind, as long as you keep respectful." Jiang Ruoying looked at this distant relative and was as confused as Xia Qiu and Wen Nairong about the things Li Huimei asked for.

"That's good." Li Huimei smiled in her heart. As long as she maintains respect, it will become a manifestation of kindness.

Yes, if the club's affairs are true, the gap between her and that person is like the gap between an ant and humans.

Isn’t it a manifestation of kindness that humans do not step on the bodies of ants, do not flood the ants’ nests with water, and do not hold a magnifying glass to bake ants to play with?

Going further, if humans are willing to listen to the ants' requests and satisfy their wishes according to their preferences, they are completely the Lord of Charity and the Bodhisattva who saves suffering and suffering.

When the elevator reached the top floor, Li Huimei approached the existence and her wish. Her hands were trembling, and her feet were like crazy children, not listening to her mother's shouting.

"Grandma." Jiang Ruoying held her hand.

Her blood relationship with Li Huimei originated from her father. The relationship was far away. It took five or six generations to find a common ancestor.

However, blood relationship is not the only factor in good or bad relationships, and there are also benefits.

Li Huimei wants to compete with her as a club employee, and she also wants to rely on the power of the Li family.

"It's okay, I'm just a little excited." Li Huimei held Jiang Ruoying's hand and slowly calmed down.

She stepped out of the elevator and walked on the bright red carpet. The soft touch came from the soles of the shoes. She felt that she was climbing a cloud ladder. Behind the cloud ladder and above the sky was the residence of the gods.

When Jiang Ruoying pressed the doorbell, the fairy music rang.

After a while, the door opened.

Jiang Ruoying left, and Li Huimei asked her to take her crutches down, and it was too disrespectful to use them.

She took a long breath, lowered her head and walked into the room.

She could only see Wen Nairong's heels. After walking for a while, Wen Nairong stopped.

"You look down and look at nothing, just like entering the palace." A young man's voice sounded, "Don't be restrained, raise your head."

Li Huimei slowly looked up.

Her eyes leaped over the crimson coffee table and saw the boy sitting on the sofa.

She was lost. The boy's appearance was enough to pile up all the beautiful words. His body was trapped inside the single sofa, his legs were hanging in front of the sofa, his hands were placed on the handrails on both sides, and his face was smiling.

The boy who has such a very upright and solemn expression and posture does not give Li Huimei a feeling of warmth and peace of mind at all.

Something invisible and intangible surrounds the boy. Li Huimei's sixth sense, or her subconscious, told her based on the calculation of the five senses that the boy is terrifying and evil.

Her hairs stood up and her shoulders trembled. Only in the cold outdoors at night did this happen to her body.

She understood that the boy was on a dark and cold night.

Her calves shivered, and her eyes drooped, and she was about to kneel on the carpet behind the coffee table.

The boy's voice interrupted her kneeling trend.

"What are you asking for?" asked the boy.

"Youth!" Li Huimei said too quickly, her throat was not ready to speak, and her voice was hoarse.

This answer has been in her mind for two weeks and in her life for more than twenty years, with deep roots and unshakable.

"You have four years to live." Xia Qiu looked at the trembling old lady, "Are you sure you want to change your youth?"

The old lady wore a white shirt and dark blue pants, which was very simple, very energetic, and very unwilling to accept her old age.

Without getting fatter in the old age like an ordinary old lady, Li Huimei has a thin figure. The so-called beautiful and fashionable grandmother must be talking about an old lady like Li Huimei.

"I'm sure I want youth." Li Huimei didn't hesitate, even if her life was only four years left.

"Why?" Xia Qiu asked out the doubts in his heart.

Wen Nairong looked at Li Huimei and was also curious.

Li Huimei was embarrassed. She hesitated and entangled for a while and revealed her heart: "I was a model when I was young. What made me most proud of in my life was not the property at home, but myself..."

Because of being a model, Li Huimei has a lot of quarrels with her family. When she was in her forties or fifties, no one quarreled with her, and no one could use her seniority to suppress her. If she used her seniority to suppress others, her appearance fell into aging irreversible.

In her life, she did not love her parents, her husband, or her children, but only loved herself and her own beauty.

Money and power are the parents, the family brings her, not her things.

Family, love, and friendship are a thread that two people hold, and they are indispensable. She doesn't like to rely on others.

Honor and achievements are false reputations given by external society. These two things exist in society and have never been truly owned by her.

Only beauty, only one's own beauty, belongs entirely to her, and is not subject to anyone or rely on any external appearance.

On her eighteenth birthday, she woke up from her empty and boring hangover and saw her face in the mirror in front of the washbasin.

Maybe it was because she was too haggard that day and her head was too drowsy after drinking, so she couldn't recognize herself.

For the first time in my life, my own image in the mirror is separated from myself.

In the mirror is Miemi, and outside the mirror is Miemi.

Uemi was attracted by the haggard Riemi in the mirror, just as Nakasos was obsessed with the reflection in the water, and she fell in love with the girl in the mirror.

At that moment, she wanted to go into the reflection like Nakasos.

But she couldn't, she touched the hard and cold mirror.

She came back to her senses. There was only one person standing in front of the sink, and the one in the mirror was actually herself.

The love faded, but it didn't disappear.

She went from Nakasos to an ordinary narcissist. Just like a man in the gym was obsessed with his muscles, she ate protein powder and boiled chicken breasts for the sake of the storm of muscles. She began to exercise her beauty.

Just like a man in the gym often fiddled with his muscles, she consciously showed her beauty on all occasions.

How to laugh the most beautiful, how to take the most beautiful steps, how to turn your head and eat, how to pull the hair that is blown away by the wind... There is no less knowledge than fitness.

She spent half of her life happily, loving and being loved.

However, muscles always shrink, and so does beauty.

She removed all the mirrors in her house and the pond and swimming pool in the yard. She didn't want to see her beauty no longer. Her album only contains photos of her youth.

She has suffered a lot in the past twenty or thirty years.

When she accepted Chi Yucheng's invitation to join the club, the first time she heard about the great existence, what flashed through her mind was her beauty and her lover.

"...So, I want youth, I want to return to my lover." Li Huimei raised her head and plucked up the courage to look at Xia Qiu.

She got rid of her shyness. Since women can love men, women can love women, and women can not love anyone, why can't she love herself?

"Your points can only exchange for twenty years of youth." Xia Qiu leaned his body, put his elbow on the handrail, and held his face with his palm.

Twenty years ago, when Li Huimei was 62 years old.

This is not enough.

Her beauty had shrunk at that time!

She grabbed her shirt tightly, stretched her neck, and wanted to make a water bird begging, but she held back.

"Don't worry." Xia Qiu smiled, "I heard a good story. I will take away your aging, and with twenty years of youth, you can return to the peak of beauty."

"Thank you, Master." Li Huimei knelt on the ground.

Xia Qiu shook his head. These pawnsmen were always unwilling to call him the shopkeeper, but gave him some strange names.

"Get up, you have given you what you want."

Wen Nairong helped Li Huimei up and took her to the dressing mirror.

Looking at the return of youth in the mirror and the beautiful and moving image of herself, Li Huimei cried with joy.
Chapter completed!