Mrs. Xu was too shocked to speak.
She had always known the child was clever, but never imagined how quickly she would figure it out.
Hesitation, conflict.
Mrs. Xu thought over and over in her mind, pondering again and again.
Nalan Jinlian wasn't in a hurry; she just lay there quietly.
Actually, Mrs. Xu's behavior made her understand that she was not Mrs. Xu's daughter.
Waiting and waiting.
Nalan Jinlian thought Mrs. Xu would never admit it or tell her. Just as she began to feel disappointed, Mrs. Xu gently wrote, "No!"
Nalan Jinlian was momentarily stunned.
No, indeed she wasn't.
"Then who am I? Where did I come from? How old am I?"
Mrs. Xu shook her head slightly, gently writing, "I don't know where you came from or how old you are. 'Nalan Jinlian' is the name of my daughter who died thirteen years ago!"
Nalan Jinlian was bewildered.
