There were only three people left in the side hall.
Under the warm overhead lights, the silhouette of the girl under the light carried a touch of ethereal beauty within its shadow.
Qi Qingyao lifted her eyes.
Her voice was calm as she said, "It's better to not beat around the bush. Otherwise, with my current temper, the two of you will have less time left than a burning stick of incense."
Qi Boli and Madam Wu exchanged glances, and Qi Boli took the initiative to speak. "You're indeed not our biological daughter."
Qi Qingyao, "..."
She lifted her brows slightly, looking impassively at the two of them.
Qi Boli said slowly, "It all started nineteen years ago."
He passed the rest of the story retelling to Madam Wu as he was clumsy with his words, and the story was a bit long…
Madam Wu began with the scene of a snowy night on the twelfth lunar month.