Her soft and gentle voice fell on Ning Li's ears very softly, yet so heavily.
Ning Li stared blankly into those eyes. For some reason, her heart felt as if it was being pulled by something.
Even though Old Madam Gu had not said it explicitly, at this moment, a vague and strong intuition suddenly arose in her heart.
Yinyin was probably the Gu family's fourth miss who had passed away early.
It was the expression of a mother who missed her daughter. There was no mistaking it.
Ning Li held Old Madam Gu's hand and blinked her eyes gently. The corners of her lips curled up into a smile.
"If you think of her like this, she will definitely know."
Old Madam Gu finally could not help but gently touch Ning Li's face. Her fingers trembled slightly.
The young girl's face was soft and warm, so alive.
Ning Li did not move. She just let Old Madam Gu caress her face, a smile on her lips.
