Feng Ling looked at the old woman and calmly replied, "It's just a bag and I just took it back for you. We won't meet again, so my name is not important and there is no need for you to know it."
The old woman was still staring at her face, her hand was holding on to Qin Qiu who was also a little bit lost, and she whispered, "Look at him. Doesn't he look like you when you were a child? He really looks like you in your teens …"
Qin Qiutun paused and whispered, "Yes, a little bit. I was also surprised."
"Just a little bit? You've forgotten what you looked like when you were young, but I am your mother. I remember what you looked like at every age. This kid… really looks like you in your teens… He looks more like you even than Mingzhu… Mingzhu is more like her father, but this kid… looks really like you." The old woman grabbed Qin Qiu's arm with excitement and said, "Do you think there is a miracle in this world? Will my poor granddaughter not…"