Yan Xinxin froze in place, startled.
She raised her hand instinctively, touching the back of her right waist, her gaze vacant.
Did I see it wrong?
She silently wondered in her daze, her slightly unfocused eyes lowering once more to look at the phone screen.
But at this moment, the screen was no longer displaying the photo from before. Even so, the main subject hadn't changed.
It was still the same little girl in the playful, adorable swimsuit.
Looking at that innocent, carefree smile, she was almost certain that this little girl was Mu Qianyuan...
Mu Qianyuan also has a small heart-shaped birthmark on the back of her right waist?
"Yan Xinxin?"
Ning Zitong finally noticed someone beside her.
She lifted her teary eyes, which were clouded with mist, and suddenly stood up in anger.
"You finally had the nerve to show up? Do you know you almost killed Qianshui?"
She berated fiercely, her eyes bloodshot.
