Chapter 673 Mrs. Lazzari

• She looked about forty, wrapped in a luxurious trench coat. Her face was gentle and lovely, and the grace in her bones marked her as a true lady. Every small motion carried an effortless, regal poise.
• Clearly, that kind of aura comes from a life spent at the top.
• Time cuts like a knife, but it had barely touched her. Only a faint sorrow lingered between her brows, like a knot she’d never been able to untie. She was kneeling on a cushion now, eyes clear as autumn water fixed on the Buddha in the main hall. Her lips moved in a soft murmur. In that moment, there was nothing in her world but that statue.