Even though she didn't plan to acknowledge Han Zheng as her father, Meng Chuyue now felt a daughterly admiration for him and hoped she could have a chance to see him today.
Even just a glance.
Han Zheng must have taken quite a liking to Erhu, to have left his work behind to come out with Han Mi.
Though he was already in his early forties, his appearance and aura were distinguished, and his presence instantly attracted everyone's attention, causing passersby to stop in their tracks.
Meng Chuyue noticed him immediately but only spared him a glance.
It wasn't that she didn't want to look more, she dared not, fearing she might give away her secret or be misunderstood.
However, it was this very glance that allowed her to realize a fact she hadn't noticed in her previous life; she bore a striking resemblance to Han Zheng.
Especially the eyes...
The exact same peach blossom eyes.
