"Madam," the maid said, "It's time for you to put on makeup and change into your gown."
Madam Olya, with her gentle demeanor, black hair, and black eyes, replied in fluent and romantic French, "Alright, I know, I'll be right there."
Saying this, Madam Olya glanced at Ming Ge and softly switched to Chinese, "I shall take my leave first. How should I address you, miss?"
Ming Ge steadied herself and stated her name, "Ming Ge."
"Ming Ge," Madam Olya let the two words roll off her lips as if pondering, then smiled softly and praised, "What a nice name."
Ming Ge said, "My mother gave me this name."
...
Madam Olya turned and left.
Behind her, Ming Ge's long, thick lashes lowered slightly as her gaze fell onto her hand.
She opened her slender hand to reveal her fair palm, where lay two strands of jet-black hair.
Ming Ge pressed her lips together.
Her memories of her mother were faint, but she was certain she could not mistake the face of her mother, Yu Xinying.
