As Lihua heard her voice, she stiffened on the spot. Her eyes slowly widened in utter shock, and the color of her cheeks turned slightly pale. Her irises slowly moved towards her, and she stared at her in a daze.
That voice…
Their gazes met again, and this time, Lihua looked at her, finally realizing why she seemed so familiar.
My cute dumpling.
It was Jia who used to call her by that nickname because she always felt that Lihua was cute and adorable like a small dumpling. In childhood, Lihua looked plump and chubby, and Jia always thought of a dumpling whenever she saw her. And that name came into place.
Hearing that endearment term brought tears to her eyes. But more than that, hearing Jia's voice again after months shook her hard. After so long, Jia was finally in front of her.
It was fortunate that Lu Bojing had already told her about Jia's truth, or seeing her suddenly alive would have definitely made her faint.
Though she still had a lot of questions in her mind.
