An old lady, a middle-aged couple, and a ten-year-old girl showed surprised and happy smiles at the sight of Qiao Xuan. Tears welled up in the old lady's turbid eyes, and she got so excited that she stood up. She moved forward to hug Qiao Xuan but stopped as if she remembered something. She stood there, looking at Qiao Xuan without blinking. She shivered for a while and said in a trembling voice, "You… you are Yan's daughter? Qiao… you look so much like your mother!"
The old lady seemed to have thought of something sad. She wiped her tears with her sleeve and started to cry. The man and the young girl supported her and persuaded her in low voices.
The little girl looked a little timid. She huddled up next to the old lady and did not dare to raise her head.
The middle-aged man looked honest and stiff. His eyes turned red too, and he sized up Qiao Xuan secretly, as if he wanted to say something but did not dare to.
