"Ana…no kidding. I know you love Danish so much but, it is not something you can make a joke about."
"I mean it, aunty. I am the little girl in the picture."
Staring at her in disbelief, Sandra breathed in and breathed out to digest the fact she received. "Are you sure?" She ensured once more that she didn't get words wrong.
"I am."
"Xingxing…."
A crease appeared between Ana's eyebrows. "Xingxing?"
"Yes. You are my son's childhood friend, Xingxing."
"H-how…how could it be? My adoptive parents told me nothing about my biological parents or my real name."
