Su Yuqing suddenly squinted her eyes, a hint of realization crossed her mind, followed by a wry laugh.
That woman, she had seen her before. On that plane, sitting in the seat right in front of her. At that time, she only saw a profile and a back, but she heard the voice.
Somehow, that voice left a deep impression on her.
He Suyan noticed her reaction and looked intently at the woman walking towards them.
The woman bore a striking resemblance to Su Yuqing, her face bearing more the grace of years lived, her figure slender, dressed in a dark blue Cheongsam and an overcoat of beige, exuding an aura of refined luxury. She stood there as if a matron from the time of the Republic, every gesture radiating the inherent dignity of high society.
Ou Yulan's complexion turned pale, "You... you're still alive, how can you possibly be alive?!"
Her finger, pointing at the woman, trembled slightly, leaving many around her puzzled.
