She exuded a gentle and graceful aura, appearing nothing like a woman who had once been sold to Southeast Asia, but rather like a gentle and virtuous lady of a reputable family.
Looking at her slender, fair hands reaching out to me, my feelings grew complex.
As a woman, I felt a dissonance emanating from her. Could someone who had managed to survive in Southeast Asia and come back safely really be as gentle and demure as she seemed?
Sister Su's gaze drifted between us before settling firmly in the middle, her hand reaching out first to grasp the other's, replying with an appropriately courteous smile.
"Mr. Cheng has always treated Huanhuan well. They support each other; it's hardly been difficult, so there's no need for you to fret so much."
Upon hearing these words, the woman's face briefly registered surprise before quickly regaining composure; she then peered over Sister Su's shoulder at me.
"Sorry, I've been worrying for too long and forgot things are different now."
