C39 The so-called truth

Elder Qin was not more than fifty years old, but he looked like a man in flowery armor. His gray hair was scattered all over his head, and deep wrinkles covered his weathered face, making him look miserable.

Elder Qin took a long time to recover from his sobs. He lifted his grayish-brown sleeves made of coarse hemp and wiped away the remaining tears. "Those letters were real