The moment they put on the clothes, both of them showed an expression of satisfaction.
It was not cold at last.
“Ms. Chen, the clothes look big on us.” Li Yue kept shaking her head after seeing herself in the dressing mirror.
Was she still the one 168cm tall and weighing 49kg? It was exactly a fat sister.
He Xiyan was not at all discontent. She went straight to the checkout counter and took out her wallet to pay for it.
After all, the down jacket was used to keep warm, how could one look thin in it? Besides, since she had had a lot of traditional Chinese medicine to nurse her health, she had grown several kilograms more in recent months, nearly 65kg now. She was fat anyway, so she could only look fatter in thin clothes.
He Xiyan and Li Yue both wore the newly bought clothes, and then came out with their old clothes in bags. When they came out, they were talking about something, not noticing the look of shock and horror cast upon them from people behind them.
“Mom, look at that woman.” The woman pointed to He Xiyan, who was walking towards the exit. Her hands shook uncontrollably and her face suddenly turned pale, eyes filled with incredibility.
She looked as if seeing a ghost.
“What’s wrong, little Xue? Which woman?” Han Qing was just looking at her cell phone, having not noticed anyone passing by.
“That, that… The woman in a black down jacket.” Han Xue said emotionally, her eyes fixed on He Xiyan who were fading away. She opened her eyes wide, the fear in her eyes deeper and deeper, and soon a layer of cold sweat came out on her forehead.
Han Qing was stunned, also looking at the woman in black her daughter referred to.
The back of that woman looked unfamiliar to them.
“He Xiyan, she is He Xiyan.” Han Xue, as if frightened, said in a trembling voice. She looked worse and worse and her eyes were opened bigger and bigger.
Han Qing quickly grabbed her daughter, who was emotional and even frightened, and patted her on the back.
“Well, little Xue, your vision must be blurred. How could she possibly be He Xiyan? He Xiyan has died long ago, nearly three years ago.”
Han Xue, however, didn’t think so. At this time, her back turned cold because of sweating. She believed in her first sense. Simply at a glance, she felt that the woman was He Xiyan. Although she looked a little different and was much fatter, she just felt that she was.
“Mom, it’s her. It’s really her. I wouldn’t be mistaken,” Han Xue took her mother’s hands and said affirmatively.
“Well, wait here for a minute. I’ll go and see.” Seeing her daughter so panic, Han Qing wanted to see what was going on.
But she did not think that woman would be He Xiyan. He Xiyan must be dead. She just wanted to see how similar she looked.
Han Qing trotted in the mall, soon ing to the exit.
There, He Xiyan was chatting with her colleague Li Yue. When a lady dressed luxuriously suddenly appeared in front of her, she was stunned and frowned tightly.
“Are you looking for me?” He Xiyan pointed at herself, wondering why the woman looking at her with great fear. Was she that scary?
When Han Qing saw He Xiyan, her eyes were wide open as if her eyeballs were about to fall out. She stood there, motionless, only feeling a cold sweat ing down her spine.
She looked really alike, extremely alike. Except the figure, the other parts of her were nearly the same.
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