Ji Qingwei, Si Fuqing's Drawing (1)

After Xia Sheng finished the sentence, she watched Si Fuqing intently. 

However, Si Fuqing's eyes didn't waver in the slightest. "I don't know her. Why?"

"I thought you and Miss Ji might be relatives," Xia Sheng slightly furrowed her brows, "because you look somewhat similar."

"Oh?" Si Fuqing smiled, "How similar?"

"It's not an exact likeness. If anyone looks similar, it would be that one trainee under you," Xia Sheng seemed to have done her homework before coming here, her expression serious. "There's a kind of resemblance between you; at first glance, one might mistake one for the other, but upon closer inspection, the differences are clear."

"A resemblance?"

"Yes, but you are much more beautiful than her. She's been ill for years and always looks pale," Xia Sheng added.

Si Fuqing responded nonchalantly, "If she's ill, she should see a doctor more often."