At that moment, there were only Gu Xin, Dongxue, Zheng Qiu, and Madam Yun in the room.
Madam Yun's gold hairpin was still on her neck. She looked at the red string that Zheng Qiu had taken out and snatched it from him.
He looked at the string with a rusty little bell on it carefully, then looked up at Zheng Qiu.
"You are, you are ah Luo?" Lady Yun stared at Zheng Qiu for a long time. Her eyes were filled with tears, and her voice was trembling with excitement.
"Yes, aunt Yun. I'm ah Zhen." Zheng Qiu reached out his hands and held Madam Yun's arms, helping her up.
"You child, where have you been all these years? I asked your uncle Feng to send people to look for you, but they couldn't find a letter from you. Where have you been?!" Madam Yun asked with a sobbing tone.