It might really be that blood relations are so mysterious. Qiao Yuxian had never met Zhao Shimeng before, not even a photo, and the two didn't really look alike.
But at the moment she saw her, Qiao Yuxian still recognized her.
Zhao Shimeng saw her in a daze and called out to her, saying, "Yu Xian, step back a bit, I'll open the car door."
Qiao Yuxian dazedly stepped back a bit.
Zhao Shimeng opened the car door and got out.
She was wearing a long coat, her hair was styled up, and her makeup was exquisite. Her aura was calm and composed.
"Yu Xian," she walked up to her and said, "Are you cold?"
Qiao Yuxian instinctively shook her head.
Zhao Shimeng smiled and helped her straighten the wind-swept strands of hair on her forehead, "I've always wanted to meet you, missed you too much, so I went to your school gate. Saw you come out, and couldn't resist following. Were you scared?"
Her fingertips touched her forehead. Qiao Yuxian blinked and again instinctively shook her head.
