"Ziyin." Upon seeing her, Uncle He Fuxing's face turned completely red, and he bashfully lowered his head.
Lin Ziyin was surprised to see them ages so intensely in just half a year, their hair turned grey. In the heavy snow, they were still wearing thin jackets with cotton seeping through the holes.
"Is that Ziyin?" A young man who was talking to Lin Changshu looked at Lin Ziyin with surprise.
Looking over, Lin Ziyin found that he had a striking resemblance to her uncle, so she guessed he must be one of her cousins.
"Ziyin, this is your eldest cousin," Lin Changshu introduced him to her.
Zige was also holding a young girl's hand while speaking, she chimed in, "This is your cousin, Chun Ling." She proceeded with introducing the rest of the people.