The more she looked, the more alike they seemed; aside from the lingering baby fat, the girl before her was the spitting image of the darling she remembered.
Adults naturally have much better memories than children, and without needing to look at photos, Zhong Lingling could vividly recall what Xiang Darling looked like as a child.
As she scrutinized Xiang Anning, she quickly picked up the photo album on the table, pulled out the latest photo of Xiang Anning, and compared it to the girl in front of her.
The more she looked, the more she trembled.
The expression on her face was at times joyous, at times sorrowful, and her lips were trembling.
Several seconds later, Zhong Lingling's hand relaxed, Xiang Darling's photo fell onto the table, and she once again opened her arms to embrace Xiang Anning.
"You truly are my darling! Truly my darling!" This time, she spoke with certainty.
As Zhong Lingling spoke, tears fell like pearls from a broken string.
