"So that's how it is," Lin Yi said as if he was talking to himself.
"Qin Yingyue's name is quite nice."
"You seem very calm," Shen Shuyi said. "I thought you would be more excited."
"This isn't a TV show. I don't have that much emotion," Lin Yi said.
"Besides, I grew up in an orphanage. I must have a biological mother. It's not like I fell from a tree."
"I'm relieved that you think that way." Shen Shuyi laughed to herself.
"Your mother and I are old friends. Back then, she was renowned as the top talented woman in Yanjing. She had excellent calligraphy skills and was unrivaled in the art of Su embroidery in the city. In the presence of your mother, I felt like I couldn't even measure up as a woman."
"Aunt Shen, don't say that," Lin Yi said, "The aura you have is unmatched."
"I'm already so old, so don't try to fool me," Shen Shuyi said.
"If there's nothing else, I'll stop talking to you here. I have a meeting later."
