Gong Shaoying sized her up with a serious expression. His gaze fell on her eyes and brows. Her high nose bridge was practically an exact copy of Mu Qingcheng's.
Her cherry lips were alluring, just like in his memory of her standing on the stage, holding the microphone and singing a beautiful love song.
What uncanny resemblance…
Like a carbon copy!
Her face seemed to overlap with the face of that woman in his memory.
The more he examined her, the more Gong Shaoying's hands trembled. He subconsciously raised his hand, wanting to touch her, but he was also slightly afraid, worried that this was just a mirage.
"Shishi." He lightly called her name as he bowed his head.
He called her name. It was his daughter's name!
The woman standing in front of him was the daughter he had lost for more than ten years…
It was that daughter that the woman had given him…
Gong Shaoying could not help feeling heartbroken.