Could this person be Zhou Qinya?
But at the time, nobody had mentioned to her that there was a woman who looked so much like her appearing in her home.
Meng Yunhan wore a formulaic smile, "That was several years ago."
Zhou Qinya looked at Meng Yunhan, and it truly felt as if she was looking into a mirror, a face identical to her own, save for different attire—they were the same height, equally slim.
Feeling the intensity of Zhou Qinya's gaze, Meng Yunhan knew what the other was looking at.
"Miss Meng, I've come back to Kyoto this time and will be staying for a while. Last time, I apologize for my brother's abruptness."
Meng Yunhan looked at Zhou Qinya, apologizing for her brother?
And planning to stay in Kyoto for a while?
Could it be that her illness had reached an uncontrollable stage?
"It's all in the past," Meng Yunhan said modestly, though how could it possibly be in the past, yet talking to oneself felt oddly forced to Meng Yunhan.