If he had returned to his own country and territory, yet still had to hide himself, then he would have wasted all these years.
"I'm not going. Nobody will recognize me." Chu Yihan had no intention of taking such a risk.
He wondered whether he should move somewhere else to live. Too many people in Sea City knew her.
Su Qiao was just about to comfort him when two figures appeared at the doorway.
The person in front, dressed in a purple-red cheongsam, adorned with gold and silver jewelry, and holding a copper tobacco pipe, was none other than Sister Jin, who had aged considerably. An old servant followed behind her.
The servant had probably been with her for many years. Sister Jin treated her very differently from the little maids around her.
Sister Jin had originally come out to get some fresh air, but she spotted Chu Yihan and Su Qiao beneath the steps at a glance.
She had also heard about Chu Yihan. Aside from sighing over the fact that Su Qiao had not been blessed with such good fortune, she had nothing else to say.
"Young Master Chu, why don't you come in and sit for a while?"
"And this is...?"
Her gaze fell on the fashionable girl beside him. She examined her carefully and found her strangely familiar. The expression between her brows and eyes was extremely familiar.
Su Qiao turned her head with a bright smile.
The moment their eyes met, Sister Jin looked as though she had seen a ghost. She stumbled back two steps, and only avoided falling because the old servant behind her caught her.
The tobacco pipe in her hand pointed at Su Qiao. "Su... Su-Su-Su..."
Chu Yihan's heart lurched. He immediately tightened his grip on Su Qiao's hand and was