"Madam, is there anything you need?"
The words of the beautiful woman next to me caught my attention.
I saw Ouyang looking at me absentmindedly, and following her gaze, I saw that she was looking at my armpit.
"Qiaoqiao, what's your twenties this year?" she murmured.
“I’m twenty-seven,” I replied with a smile. “Actually, I don’t know my real age or my birthday.”
Fu Yanshen is twenty-seven years old.
Even the two characters of my name "Qiaoqiao" are taken from Fu Yanshen's mother's surname.
I have no idea where I came from or who I am.
When I came to my senses, I looked at Ouyang and saw that she was still staring at me blankly. This time it was my face. Her eyes were red and brimming with tears...
“My Alice is 25 years old this year, and her right armpit is also—” she murmured, then stopped, lost in thought.
Our eyes met simultaneously.
I know that Alice is not actually her name, but the English name of her daughter who died young.
That can't be, her daughter is dead...
I thought to myself.
Ouyang didn't say anything more to me. After our massage, we went to the club's restaurant to eat.
Just as they came down the stairs, a mother and daughter-like woman came down the opposite stairs. The girl was Ye An'an, whom they had met in Fu Yanshen's hospital room that day.
I paused for a moment, then continued down the steps. Ouyang, who was beside me, remained motionless. I turned my head and saw that she was looking at the mother and daughter opposite us.
Do they know each other?
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