Miller fished out a thin piece of metal from within his robe and showed it to Tang Yue. "Do you recognize her?"
He knew that the old man wouldn't have sent anyone to his doorstep without a valid reason.
And when he was clear-headed to think about this fact, a frightening thought popped up in his brain.
It couldn't be, right? It couldn't be, right? How could such a coincidence occur?
He knew that such a thing could never be possible, but still, his heart ached and he decided to ask the young girl anyways.
Tang Yue stared at the thin metal piece on her hand without blinking.
There was an outline of a woman etched onto the metallic sheet.
The woman in the portrait looked very young.
She had a silly smile on her face and her eyes were sparkling with love and affection.
Clearly, whoever had etched her portrait, had done a really good job.
The person had absolutely captured the essence of the woman.