Although Zi Lingxi had regained her senses, she was still overwhelmed with emotions. This woman looked too much like her mother.
She was so shocked that she couldn't even calm down.
When she looked at the woman, her eyes were trembling.
The woman wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes and held Zi Lingxi's hand."Child, I am your aunt, your mother's sister. You've suffered all these years. Look at you, you've lost weight. I've looked for you before, but I couldn't find you. You're still alive. It's good that you're alive ..."
The woman wiped the corner of her eyes, looking very sad.
Half an hour later, the group of people sat down in a restaurant.
The woman was still wiping her tears and saying many things. She said that it had not been easy for her all these years and that she never believed that she was dead. She said many, many things.
To be honest, Zi Lingxi's heart was easily touched when she saw this face that resembled her mother 's.
