How...how?

But that face is clearly the eldest lady!

Four eyes are opposite.

Ayun stared at the face without blinking, feeling her brain buzzing, extremely chaotic.

The next second, she finally realized that she thought of her wife and looked up suddenly!

"Madam!" She spoke again, her voice was extremely hoarse.

Within my sight, I saw that the lady looked at her gaze at some point.

Ayun suddenly came back to her senses, afraid that her emotions would fluctuate, so she didn't care about the cup that fell on the ground, walked quickly to the pavilion, and shouted tremblingly: "Madam..."

Mrs. Bo ignored it.

She just looked at that face for a moment, and her eyes never left again.

That face...

Is it her daughter Qingqing?

No, no.

Qingqing... Qingqing...

"Madam..." Ah Yun looked at her expression and was very worried, "You..."

Mrs. Bo seemed to wake up in an instant.

"It's okay." She tried her best to calm down.

Ayun was stunned: "Madam..."

But Mrs. Bo refused to say a word again, and even... she withdrew her gaze and never looked at that face again, calmly as if she had never given birth to anything.

Not far away.

Xia Wan's legs could not move as if they were filled with lead.

She saw it very clearly. At the beginning, the person holding the cup was shocked to see her. Maybe she didn't expect to see her face like this.

But that old lady Bo...

Before coming, Xia Wan had thought about many scenes in her mind about meeting Mrs. Bo, but she never thought it would be like this.

Indifferent, calm.

It seemed that her appearance was just an ordinary stranger to her, and she had no emotional changes.

Inexplicably, she felt timid in her heart.

She was afraid, but she couldn't explain what she was afraid of.

"I'll accompany you."

In a trance, the familiar warmth overturned his hands and the man's hand held it up.

Xia Wan looked sideways.

"Don't be afraid." Huo Qing scraped her nose with his other hand and smiled indifferently, "Have you forgotten what happened last night?"

Xia Wan shook her head.

"No." She said low and hoarsely.

The other hand that was hanging beside her was unconsciously clenched into a fist, and then let go. She took a deep breath and then raised the corners of her lips at him.

Huo Qingsui pinched her hand.

The next second, the two of them walked towards the pavilion.

Watching the familiar face get closer and closer, even though Ah Yun has calmed down a little, he is still in shock again.

only……

When the figures of the two gradually approached, she realized that her face... was not exactly the same as the eldest lady.

Age...is not consistent, and temperament is the same.

When her eyes finally fell on the hands that the two of them were holding each other, she finally knew that the person in front of her was not the eldest lady of their Bo family.

But even so, she still had disbelief in her eyes.

Subconsciously, she glanced at the lady who was chanting the scriptures silently as if no one was around.

Her heart trembled, and she took the initiative to speak: "Is there anything you...?"

Huo Qingsui looked at Xia Wan and said warmly: "Mrs. Bo, I'm sorry, I'm disturbing me. I'm Huo Qingsui. This is my wife Xia Wan. We're here to find you."

Huo Qingsui?

Summer...Summer evening?

Ayun's breathing was slightly stagnant, and there was a little confusion in his eyes.

who are they?

Could it be...

A thought suddenly popped up in her heart, and Ayun felt a chill behind her back, and involuntarily, her eyes looking at Xia Wan were much more complicated.

Huo Qingsui noticed her changes.

The same goes for summer evening.

She could probably guess why, maybe she was really an unpopular existence, but she was, but now she is.

A trace of bitterness flashed through her heart, and she bit her lip.

Looking up, she looked at Mrs. Bo's side face. Seeing that she had no response, she simply did not waste time and went straight to the topic: "Mrs. Bo, I took the liberty to disturb me. I want to talk to you about the matter about Bo Yiqing."

She deliberately accentuated the three words Bo Yiqing.

Ayun suddenly looked at her with sharp eyes!

Xia Wan ignored it and stared at the unresponsive old lady Bo, and continued word by word: "My mother... is Bo Yiqing, she is the daughter of the Bo family in Ancheng, that is, your daughter."

"Paila—"

The Buddhist beads broke and scattered all over the ground.

"lady!"

Xia Wan's heartbeat gradually became faster. When she spoke again, her voice became a little less obvious: "Is that OK? Mrs. Bo, let's talk about...Bo Yiqing."

Mrs. Bo's face became a little heavy.

"Miss Xia!" Ah Yun stopped in front of her, and the pain in his eyes was not concealed, "Please go back."

Xia Wan met her gaze with a stubborn expression: "It's impossible. Since I've found it, I won't leave easily."

Ayun was stunned.

That look...

Like, so similar.

Back then... the eldest lady knelt in the Bo family ancestral hall so stubbornly, and would rather be beaten to death than tell who the father of the child in her belly was.

And now...

The child is right in front of you, and you can confirm that she is the eldest lady’s child without verification.

So similar.

For a moment, Ayun felt that his mood was so upset.

Can……

"please……"

"Ayun," a heavy voice rang, "No need, let her say."

Ayun was in a complicated mood: "Madam..."

"I'm fine." Old Mrs. Bo turned around, her expression still did not change at all, "Please sit down."

Xia Wan bit her lip unconsciously and looked at her for a few seconds.

The intersection of sight.

Neither of them moved away first.

"Thank you, Mrs. Bo." After a moment, Xia Wan broke the silence.

She sat down opposite Mrs. Bo as she said.

"Mr. Huo, please sit down too." Mrs. Bo said indifferently.

"Thank you, Mrs. Bo." Huo Qing nodded politely, then sat down next to her with Xia Wan, and the hand holding her was never let go.

Mrs. Bo did not respond, but just touched a Buddhist bead with a faint expression and stopped talking.
To be continued...