Chu Qing couldn't hide her agitation.
Xiaofeng looked so much like her mother, and she too had been taken away from the hospital. Could it possibly be her Yaoyao?
Perhaps, her Yaoyao had never died; she had been taken away by someone all those years ago.
Seeing Xiaofeng move too slowly, Chu Qing grabbed the clothing from her hand, frantically searching through it.
The clothes Yaoyao had worn back then were hand-embroidered by her mother-in-law, with sewn characters on them if she remembered correctly. But she couldn't recall the pattern of the clothes Yaoyao had worn.
She remembered there were sewn characters, yes, sewn characters.
Xiaofeng watched her frantically search the clothing, and her heart stirred, her voice rising involuntarily, "Are you trying to find the embroidered characters?"
Indeed, there had been embroidered characters, but they were scorched black, so now it was impossible to make them out.
