Ye Shuyi smiled, but as she did, a thin mist of tears welled up in her eyes. What kind of person, she wondered, could possess a style so remarkably similar to her own?
"You’re right," she murmured. "It does indeed bear my style. This was painted by Su Rong."
As she spoke Su Rong’s name, she found herself feeling a sense of appreciation and pride, even though she hadn't yet confirmed if Su Rong was her daughter.
Chapter 149