That married woman's hand, which was originally spreading coarse grains, paused in mid-air as she slowly turned around, facing Liu Zhi'er's face.
"Zhi, Zhi'er... Are you back?"
As the married woman Yao turned her head, she looked at her with a surprised and happy expression on her face. She then stretched out a withered and thin hand, slightly trembling, trying to touch Liu Zhi'er's face.
This allowed Liu Sisi to see her face clearly as well.
Her face and figure indeed resembled her own by seventy to eighty percent, especially those eyes. Although they had experienced numerous hardships, their eyebrows were carved from the same mold!
But even so, she still had no memories about the other person, completely unfamiliar.
"Mom! It's Zhi'er who's back, it's Zhi'er who's back, Mom..."
While Liu Sisi was still standing there in a daze, Liu Zhi'er had already cried and rushed into Yao's arms, crying out loud.
