Speaking thus, she gave a slight curtsy. Without glancing at the stiff-faced, dignified and beautiful lady, she walked away.
As Mo Yan's figure gradually disappeared into the crowd, a mist of tears uncontrollably rose in the eyes of the dignified and beautiful lady. She blinked hard to prevent the tears from falling.
At this moment, the trusted maid one step behind her came forward and asked in a low voice, "Lady, is there any issue with that girl?"
The dignified and beautiful lady, still staring blankly, withdrew her gaze and gave an almost imperceptible shake of her head with a sigh, "Let's go back."
Seeing this, the maid quickly supported her and dared not ask any more. However, a trace of confusion flashed in her mind: The young girl's facial features were extremely similar to the lady's. If the lady were ten or so years younger, saying they were sisters might well be believed. Could it be that this was why the lady had taken the initiative to speak with that girl?