The more he reflected, the more doubts he had; he began to suspect that Wang Yongzhu had been deceiving him all along, with no master or mission whatsoever.
It was impossible for anyone to mimic Wang Yongzhu so precisely that even her own family would be deceived. Others aside, how could anyone possibly fool Old Granny Zhang?
Not until that day at the dye workshop, when Wang Yongzhu dismissed several pieces of jewelry without a glance, picking only that gold bracelet.
When she came home beaming with that gold bracelet and slipped it onto Old Granny Zhang's wrist without hesitation, her eyes filled with the love of a daughter for her mother, impossible to conceal.
At that moment, his heart, which had been swaying between doubt, guard, emotion, and an irresistible pull, finally settled down.
That adoring gaze, holding out her most treasured possession to her mother, hoping to make her happy and then proud because she had succeeded, how could that be anyone but Wang Yongzhu?
