Xuan Yu raised her delicate hand, making a signaling gesture.
The bodyguard handed over a tablet.
Xuan Yu swiped the screen and passed the device to the girl sitting across from her.
It displayed a photo captured by a hospital ward's surveillance camera.
The camera angle was somewhat distant and not very clear.
A woman lay silently on the hospital bed, only her graceful profile visible, pale, gaunt—a patient who had been bedridden for some time.
Although it was an unclear half-profile, Jiayi vaguely recognized her own shadow in it.
A stir of emotion fogged her heart as distant memories began to draw near.
It was as if someone whispered her name in her ear, "Jiayi...".
But try as she might to remember more, nothing else came to mind.
The only certainty was that she and the woman on the bed were indeed related by blood.
The feeling of being moved upon seeing a relative was very distinct.
