Sze Lingyun nodded in agreement with Wu Pingting.
Her mother's facial features were completely different from Zhou Menglu's and Zhou Mengjing's.
Even though the photo Nuannuan had shown them was blurry, her mother looked like a lady from ancient times holding an oil-paper umbrella in the misty rain even just standing on a path. Even though the photo had been taken when her mother was very young, it was obvious that she possessed a rare charm. It was simply not something that Zhou Menglu and Zhou Mengjing, her two sisters, could compare to.
Sze Lingyun had always wondered why she had a noble aura despite being from the most ordinary family possible. Even attending a socialite's banquet, she would stand out from the crowd. Now she knew that it was because she had a mother who could charm people even just standing still.
Her serenity and nobility seemed to be genetic, running through her daughter's blood too.
