"Yet the sea of people is vast. She was so young when she got lost; whether she is even still alive is unknown." Li Shouchong quickly calmed down from his excitement. Song Qingshu was indeed highly capable, but so much time had passed. Finding his eldest daughter would likely be even harder than praying for rain by climbing to heaven.
"Your daughter is certainly alive." The corners of Song Qingshu's lips lifted slightly. "Not only is she alive, she is living very well."
"Really?" Li Shouchong was instantly overwhelmed with excitement. He had always been conflicted. Emotionally, he desperately wanted to find his daughter, but reason told him that even if she were alive, she had likely long since been sold into a brothel. If he brought back a woman of the pleasure quarters, it would only disgrace the Li family. Now that he heard his daughter was doing well, how could he not be shocked and delighted?
Li Wan was equally overjoyed. Ever since she was young, she had often seen her mother staring blankly at the swaddling clothes her elder sister had worn as a child, sitting there for half a day at a time and frequently wiping away tears. If they truly found her elder sister, then if her mother knew in the afterlife, she would surely be able to rest in peace with a smile.
"How does Young Master know so much?" Li Wan could not help being suspicious. When she had mentioned the matter before, he had shown no reaction at all. Now he suddenly said this, making it hard not to wonder whether he was simply making things up to get the Li family's help.
"Because I know your elder sister." A beautiful figure appeared in Song Qingshu's mind—a thorny rose.
"You really know