This low whisper of a cry drew her into that sorrowful atmosphere.
Zhou Qinya whispered softly, "Little Huzi..."
Liu Shen looked elsewhere, knowing what the young mistress was thinking. After so many years at her side, if she didn't know her inside out, she could at least guess some of her thoughts.
"Mom, what's wrong?" Little Huzi looked at Zhou Qinya skeptically; he still hadn't recognized that the person before him was not his mother.
Zhou Qinya just gazed steadily at Little Huzi, immersed in that affectionate call.
But Little Huzi furrowed his brows, "No, you're not my mom. My mom wore a knit sweater and a long coat today, not these clothes. Who are you?"
Little Huzi had gone out with his mom, so he clearly knew what his mom was wearing that day. He hadn't noticed anything different before, but now looking at her, it seemed she was thinner than his mom, with slightly shorter hair, though everything else was nearly identical.
