Sangsang searched her mind for any memory of this woman, but, regrettably, she had never met her before. No matter how hard she racked her brains, she couldn't recall even the faintest impression. Could it be Aunt Zhong? Not at all. Aunt Zhong had a round face, while this woman had a sharp chin and an oval face. Aunt Zhong had single eyelids, but this woman had double eyelids. Most strikingly, their temperaments were completely different. Aunt Zhong was kind and warm, while this woman was as gentle as water but carried an air of coldness, as if her tenderness was reserved solely for the man in the photograph.
Sangsang furrowed her brows, tucked the photo into a book, and muttered to herself, "Forget it. I'll ask Dad when I get home."
