The questioning words carried a slight tremble, clearly entering Mu Qianshui’s ears.
She was startled again, her eyes widening, but she cautiously hid behind the wall to continue eavesdropping.
"Ah Tong, don’t get too agitated. Rember, you can’t handle too much stress."
Mu Jingheng’s gentle voice of persuasion followed.
"So many years have passed. My condition has long since stabilized. But that Yan Xinxin..."
Ning Zitong paused mid-sentence, her expression flustered, then shook her head.
"How could there be? How could there be so many coincidences?"
"Ah Tong, are you implying that you also think that Lady Yan might very possibly be our long-lost precious daughter, Little Qianyuan?"
"No!"
Ning Zitong scread in panic, completely unable to accept this conclusion.
No—
Upon hearing Mu Jingheng’s words, Mu Qianshui echoed a resounding rejection in her heart.
No!
How could such a thing be possible!
Yan Xinxin could be Mu Qianyuan, who had died so many years ago?
How could this be!
Back then, she had personally seen Mu Qianyuan swept off the cliff by the rushing water, with almost no chance of survival!
How could soone who had already died over a decade ago suddenly co back to life!
"Impossible! My Little Qianyuan is dead! Dead!"
Ning Zitong’s emotions broke down, her eyes reddened with tears.
She couldn’t accept it.
She refused to accept that Yan Xinxin, whom she’d detested even before eting, could turn out to be her most cherished Little Qianyuan!
If Yan Xinxin is indeed Mu Qianyuan, how could she face it...
No!
She wouldn’t accept it!
"Ah Tong, calm down. This is just my guess. You’re right, our Little Qianyuan has been gone for so many years, and besides, she fell from such a great height. She couldn’t possibly..."
Couldn’t possibly still be alive.
Mu Jingheng stopped abruptly.
Unable to utter such heartbreaking words aloud.
"Perhaps it really is just that people can resemble each other. And Lady Yan was raised by her parents since childhood, making it truly impossible for her to be our Little Qianyuan."
Mu Jingheng consoled her gently.
Ning Zitong’s emotions gradually stabilized, though her heart still thumped rapidly, and her tears could not stop falling.
Every word, every gesture, every expression of Yan Xinxin played vividly in her mind now, and her deanor between glances was exactly like that of the Little Treasure in her mory!
Ning Zitong clenched her fists in anguish and tornt, suddenly leaping to her feet and tightly grabbing Mu Jingheng’s hand.
"Ah Jing, weren’t you still in contact with Doctor Louis? He was the one who treated my illness back then. Please help reach out to him!"
Her gaze was brimming with earnestness as she looked at him, her tear-soaked eyes filled with equal parts hope and anxiety.
Mu Jingheng held Ning Zitong’s hand tightly, nodding solemnly.
"I’ve already contacted Doctor Louis while I was at the hospital."
He explained; back when he was standing in front of the hospital room, he had been reaching out to that very doctor.
Mu Jingheng clasped Ning Zitong’s hand firmly, letting out a lancholic sigh.
"I don’t know what you’re thinking, Ah Tong, but I selfishly hope with all of my being that Lady Yan is indeed our Little Qianyuan. Just seeing her, the wound in my heart seems to nd itself bit by bit..."
As he spoke, a faint smile curved his lips, and a glimr of hope burned in his gaze.
"Ah Tong, do you believe in miracles?"
"Ah Jing..."
"Sotis, when there are too many coincidences, they cease to be coincidences and beco the true face of reality."
Mu Jingheng’s eyes were resolute, his mind made up.
"I think it’s necessary for to investigate Lady Yan’s background, and also the truth behind Qianyuan’s fall all those years ago."
Hearing Mu Jingheng’s final words, Mu Qianshui gasped audibly, her hand flying up to cover her mouth, her eyes wide with terror!
No!
This must not happen, no matter what!
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