Gu Tingyun, who was sitting opposite him, smiled when he heard this.
"I'm afraid it's not just a matter of a slight resemblance that has made Father and Mother behave this way. I heard the news from the stables yesterday that when the girl was riding on a horse in her riding clothes, mother had mistaken her for Yinyin and said that she wanted to go over, no matter what. Even Big Brother, Siyang, and the others couldn't stop her."
He took a sip of peach juice,
"If it was merely a slight resemblance, such a scene would not have even happened today."
"No matter how similar the resemblance is, it's not Yinyin."
Gu Tingchuan frowned even more.
"How is it that Father and Big Brother could not persuade them more?"
Gu Tingyin had passed away nearly twenty years ago.
In the beginning, Old Madam Gu had cried all day, almost to the point of blinding her eyes.
Later on, as time had passed, the pain had gradually been hidden.
