They seem like the Eldest Brother and Lao Er, also like Lao San and Lao Si, and they should resemble Lao Wu and Lao Liu somewhat.
She snorted with laughter.
"Young Master Xiao, after months apart, we meet by chance today, and my heart is broadly joyful."
But her eyes are cold.
"In the past, you slapped me across the face and shattered my shoulder; I've always thought, should we meet again, I must return these favors to you in kind."
Her eyes seemingly carried a lightness, her tone was quite calm, as if speaking with an old friend for a long time; yet the meaning within her words was imposing and fierce.
Qinghe calmly gazed at her, she had changed, becoming less and less like the person she once was.
This change wasn't merely in personality, demeanor, or thought; even her appearance was different.
No longer the familiar clownish face he knew, nor the bold warrior clad in black; she had blossomed into a graceful young woman.
Yet in his eyes, she was utterly unfamiliar.
