"Let me think." Ye Qiyun furrowed her brows, trying hard to remember.
Qin Yurong and Chen Guixiu both watched her, their palms sweaty with tension, yet neither dared to speak. They could only wait to see what Ye Qiyun would say or do next.
"I remember now." Ye Qiyun suddenly realized, "At Qin Yucen's art exhibition, she painted her relatives, and I was there viewing the paintings too. If I'm not mistaken, you are Qin Yucen's younger sister, right?"
Yes, it was that day at the exhibition, she saw Qin Yurong in a painting, and Qin Yucen explained that it was her younger sister. Unexpectedly, her daughter turned out to be Qin Yucen's sister—it really was fated. No wonder she felt Qin Yucen so familiar and intimate; it was for this reason.
Qin Yurong also seemed to recall a little, but she hadn't paid attention to strangers at that time. Now that this matter was brought up, she indeed remembered, "Yes, I'm Qin Yucen's younger sister. Are you very familiar with my sister?"
