Going To Work On That

"So what brings you to the province of Hunan?" the milk-white haired woman asked. 

Shi Ailin bristled in her seat. "First, can you tell us where do you think we're from?"

The woman smiled, the lines around her eyes creasing warmly. "I do not know," she answered truthfully. 

"Then how'd you know we're not from here?" Shi Ailin questioned. 

"It's simple," she answered. "You aren't. Just like a couple of strangers, I've let inside my home before." The woman leaned forward. "You look just like her." 

"Like who?" Shi Ailin asked. 

"Who else?" She replied. "Same eyes. Same brown curls. Even the way you clench your fingers around your cup. You radiate everything about that woman." 

Shi Ailin pursed her lips. "Then why did you tell me I dishonour my family?"

"Because you behaved recklessly. Though, I'd expected it once I saw you. She was like that, too." 

Shi Ailin knew she was talking about her parents. "How did you meet them?"