Old Madam Ming's expression faltered for a moment.
Then, she sighed.
She knew she would have to clarify things with Ming Yao sooner or later.
Old Madam Ming walked to a cabinet and took out an album from a drawer.
The album contained photos of Ming Yao's mother, Ming Ying, from childhood to adulthood.
Ming Yao bore a striking resemblance to Ming Ying, as if they were carved from the same mold.
Old Madam Ming looked at the pictures of Ming Ying, her cloudy eyes brimming with tears.
"Your mother was smart and beautiful from a young age. Whenever I took her out, everyone praised me for having such a wonderful daughter."
"Compared to Ming Guoan, she really did spare me a lot of worry. At school, she was always first in her class, and she was skilled in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting."
"She even became fascinated with opera singing. I was afraid she wouldn't get into university, but she ended up being the top student in Li City to be admitted to Capital City University."
