The old granny's hand did have the red butterfly. Qin Yi pursed her lips with an unbending determination in her phoenix eyes. "No, you're not her."
It was both impossible and could not be.
Xu Xinxiang looked at Qin Yi in disbelief as disappointment appeared in her eyes. "Yiyi, I am your grandmother. How can you not recognize me?"
"Do you still remember that you always cried about wanting to go to the theme park when you were young? And when I brought you there, you got lost. Granny looked for you for three whole hours."
Xu Xinxiang's eyes were filled with love as she looked at Qin Yi and extended her hand out.
Qin Yi's eyes had faint signs of collapse. She loved her grandmother's warm hugs. It was her harbor. Whenever Wang Santing was violent with her when she was young, she only had to hide in grandmother's embrace and Wang Santing would not dare hit her.
"Yiyi, come here. Grandmother is here." The old woman's voice was warm and gentle.
