Li Qiushui looked at Murong Qiqi with a complicated gaze. After a long while, she said, "Qiqi, you've grown so big..."
"Mother..."
Finally meeting her birth mother Li Qiushui, the little question mark that had been lingering in Murong Qiqi's heart for days turned into complete confusion. She didn't look like Li Qiushui at all, not a bit!
She didn't resemble Murong Tai, nor Li Qiushui! Who exactly was she then? What secrets did this body still hold? Could it be a throwback to her grandparents or great-grandparents? Such cases did exist but were quite rare.
"Qiqi, can your mother style your hair for you?" Li Qiushui asked gently, unaware of Murong Qiqi's inner thoughts.
"Sure!"
Li Qiushui stood behind Murong Qiqi, carefully combing and styling her hair. With each stroke, tears fell from Li Qiushui's eyes onto Murong Qiqi's black hair, drowning in the dark waves.
