“But last time, you saw it yourself,” Qiao Mei sighed and shook her head upon hearing Mo Tian’s words, “that old man didn’t believe I was his daughter, and no amount of explanation helped. He actually said that his daughter was not only eccentric but also not this young and beautiful. I really don’t know what he was thinking; his daughter was right in front of him, yet he didn’t recognize her…”
At this point, Song Hye-kyo sighed deeply.
"It seems we can't blame him for this. Anyone would be surprised if my sister had changed her appearance. But thinking about it carefully, it feels a bit strange. Logically speaking, even if you've changed your appearance, you should still have some resemblance to your younger self. It's probably just temporary. He probably didn't expect it. I believe that sincerity can move mountains, and one day he will accept this fact."
"Really?" Qiao Mei looked up at Mo Tian. The handsome boy in front of her was not only good-looking, but also thoughtful, calm and intelligent. "Little brother, I've realized that meeting you is like finding a treasure. I admire you so much."
"Sister, you're going too far with those words." Mo Tian smiled, a hint of shyness appearing on her pretty face. "Since we're siblings, we should help each other. Let's not say so much. Let's go see him first. This time, maybe you'll know the answer. Besides, your brother also has something to ask of him."
"But how should I tell him? I was kicked out last time, will it end the same way again this time?" Qiao Mei lowered her head slightly, twisting her fingers, looking somewhat uneasy.
"Don't worry, I'm here with you." Mo Tian strode over and patted Qiao Mei on the back.
“Then I’ll believe you, let’s go again,” Qiao Mei raised her head, her eyes glistening with tears. She took a deep breath, turned around, and was about to lead the way into the main room when she reached the doorway…
"Hi!" Just then, two short men dressed in black with their faces covered by black headscarves walked out from the path in front of the door. The one in front waved in the direction of Mo Tian and Qiao Mei, "Hello!"
The north wind was biting, but the two of them approaching each other carried a faint sense of gloom.
"Are you calling us?" Mo Tian turned around, his blue eyes gleaming with a ghostly light as he looked at the short man opposite him.
"Yes, fellow villager." Though short in stature, their strides seemed large, and their speed was rapid. In the blink of an eye, they covered at least ten meters in an instant. Strangely, despite their feet crunching on the snow, there was no "crunch, crunch!" sound from their footsteps.
The other person was very short, probably only reaching above Mo Tian's waist. Both of them had their heads down, so their faces were completely obscured, yet a chilling aura suddenly descended upon them.
"May I ask what brings you here?" Mo Tian asked calmly, his eyes flashing even brighter with blue light.
"Yes, it's like this, I, I am," the voice grew shrill, one hand clutching a scarf. The person didn't look up, still staring at the ground. "I came here looking for someone, a distant relative of ours. I remember she lives here, but I've searched everywhere and can't find her house. It's getting late, and it's very cold everywhere in this snow. I haven't seen anyone else, but I saw the two of you, so I came to ask."
"Oh, is that so? It is indeed very cold. Everyone is warming themselves by the fire at home." Mo Tian's eyes darted around, as if he had thought of something. He secretly turned around and glanced at Qiao Mei, then turned back and asked, "Then tell me, who exactly are you looking for? Perhaps I can help you."
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