Cheng Su sat quietly beside Old Master Cheng's bed, hands clasped with fingers interlaced against her lips, looking at the old man before her, his eyebrows, his contours, trying to find her own shadow in him.
But she couldn't find it, nor did she know how to.
No, it can't be, could she really be a descendant of Grandma Cheng? How could it be possible?
Yet why did her heart feel so joyful and excited upon learning the photograph looked so much alike? What did this mean?
Cheng Su didn't know why she was so excited, she hoped for it, yet dared not expect it, fearing disappointment.
Xiao Qi said to face it calmly, but how could she? Before, she longed so much for family bonds, yearned for family and relatives, and now hearing she might have already reunited, if it's not true, then...
She would be very disappointed!
Old Master Cheng coughed lightly twice, and Cheng Su gently patted him.
