Qin Li was delighted to see Zhuang Shuxian in high spirits today and comforted her by saying, "Auntie, if you really like Jiujiu, we can go to visit them in the army in a couple of days."
"Alright." Zhuang Shuxian nodded.
When Jin Xueping, Jiujiu's father, came home in the evening and had just settled down on the sofa, Zhuang Shuxian blurted out, "Today, I saw Jiujiu, the one Li always talks about, she looks so much like Xuerong in both appearance and temperament."
Jin Xueping heard this, his hand, prepared to hold up the teacup, trembled slightly: "Is she that similar?"
"Yes, and just like Xuerong, she has a small dimple on the left corner of her mouth when she smiles." Zhuang Shuxian answered excitedly.
"Xuerong has been gone for quite some years now, those poor children," Jin Xueping sighed.
