Pan Yuhua was taken aback, her eyes widened, and then narrowed into slits as she scrutinized the face before her, seemingly trying to dig out some unforgettable memory.
Xu Xiuqin tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, striking a pose as graceful as a swan. Even Pan Youyu, who was caught off guard by her sudden remark, couldn't help but turn to her in surprise.
"Yuhua, did you return to your hometown thirty years ago?" Pan Youyu straightened up and asked his sister.
Since Pan Yuhua got married and moved abroad, it seemed she rarely returned to her hometown. Except for occasionally returning for their father's anniversary, her visits were few and far between, and Pan Youyu kept track of each one clearly.
"Brother, that's something you forgot yourself," Pan Yuhua said calmly. "What's so strange about me going back home? Sometimes, I just want to walk around my hometown without having to specifically inform everyone, right?"
