A young woman in her twenties, with a gentle appearance and an ethereal aura, was clearly the university beauty back in the day.
Beside her was a little girl, a bit over three years old, slightly taller than Xu Leyan, with particularly large eyes.
The two of them wore matching mother-daughter outfits: short lambswool jackets, black jeans, and Martin boots.
They were especially eye-catching.
When the young woman looked at the people around her, her expression was gentle, but when she looked down at her daughter, it was particularly tender, though her brow held an indelible sorrow.
For a moment, a bold idea popped into Ye Wan's mind: If Sister Lin were still here and had become a mother, would she look like this?
"You're here..."
Jia Lintao stepped forward, with a big smile, ruffled Wen Duoyu's head, "Duoyu, did your mom send you to Ye Wan again?"
"No, she didn't!"
Wen Duoyu huffed, reaching up to fix the hairstyle the director had messed up.
