She didn't recognize them, yet there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity; there was a causal connection between them and her.
She guessed who it was.
The Sheng family sent three brothers this time, and following the scene in their dream, they found a Taoist temple on a small mountain more than 500 kilometers away from Beijing.
Almost the moment they saw Xinghe, they knew for sure that this was indeed their sister.
She looks so much like Ye Ning and Sheng Xiuwen.
Her face shape and eyes were exactly the same as Ye Ning's; her beautiful and delicate cat eyes darted around.
You can vaguely make out the figures of Sheng Xiuwen and his brothers.
"Is it really her?"
"What about Yueyue? She cried all night yesterday."
"Anyway, I only need one little sister, Yueyue."
"You haven't even checked yet? How can you be sure it's really her? There are so many people who look alike."
"It's so annoying, why isn't Yueyue our real sister?"
Xinghe heard everything the three brothers thought was a quiet cricket chirping.
The tension in Xinghe's eyes vanished without a trace, replaced by a cat-like gaze that was both indifferent and wary. "What is it?"
The eldest son of the Sheng family adjusted his glasses. "Hello, you might be our long-lost sister. Is this convenient for you—"
Xinghe gritted his teeth and slammed the other half of the door shut. "It's inconvenient."
The crimson, peeling paint gate stood before them, teetering on the brink of collapse, almost ready to crumble.
The third son of the Sheng family frowned. "What kind of attitude is that? This kind of person could never be our little sister."
With a creak, the door, now only half open, opened again. Xinghe stretched out his hand. "Fix the door, five hundred, cash or QR code?"
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