The air around Feng Jianyu turned as cold as the grave, yet he felt as if someone was poking red hot needles inside his body, slowly, painfully melting him to nothing.
Xiu Mei shifted to hug him and rested her head on his heart to hear the music that calms her down. "I'm literally carved out from the same mold as my mother. If Mr. Feng had known my mother, he would have definitely recognized the similarities between us" She looked up at the man from his chest, "In that case, he would have investigated about me or maybe inform his friend about the girl that looks like his wife. But none of this happened"
She let out an exhausting sigh and returned back to hug him, "Whatever the reason is, I just know these pictures are fake. There's no reality in it. Right Jianyu?"
Feng Jianyu hugged her tightly afraid she'd leave him.
Xiu Mei noticed he was behaving oddly. Her expression turned serious as she looked up "What are you thinking?"