Something flashed through Zheng Qing's mind and she suddenly began to scrutinize Ming Jing's facial features as if she was trying to find something in them.
"Jiang Yu was the tallest among all the girls in our group. She herself said that she had overpassed 1.7 meters when she was just ten. She used to joke that her biological parents must have been basketball players, and that her towering height made it difficult to find a boyfriend,"
Ming Jing sighed sorrowfully.
"Given our identities, we are destined not to show our real faces to the world. Only a few have seen her true appearance, and I am one of them," she continued.
Examining her beautiful reflection in the mirror, the familiar feeling she experienced upon their first meeting finally had a plausible explanation.
"Twelve years ago, she came to Jiangzhou."
"So what does this prove?"
"It proves that you are Jiang Yu's daughter."
Ming Jing froze for a moment, then laughed while tears sprang to her eyes.
