Only then did Liu Yuewang take another look at the woman before her.
She had originally seemed quite young; innocent, childish clothing always made people look younger than they actually were.
But after taking off the mascot head, she revealed traces of age.
It was not that her skin was poor or that she had not taken good care of herself. Rather, the sense that her soul was no longer that of an eighteen-year-old girl could not be suppressed, spilling from her eyes and bearing.
This was completely different from Liu Yuewang herself. Liu Yuewang felt that because she had an eternally eighteen-year-old girl in her heart, she gave people a remarkably youthful impression.
The other woman looked more like a single mother whose daughter excelled in school but whose family circumstances were poor, forcing her to take holiday shifts after work, wearing a cumbersome and ridiculous mascot costume as a part-time job.
Setting aside those immediate impressions, countless images surfaced in her mind. In the end, Liu Yuewang recalled a few somewhat blurry scenes. The woman before her had indeed once struck her as stunning.
"Aunt Zhu?" Liu Yuewang finally remembered. Raising a hand to cover her mouth, she took a startled step back.
"Aunt Zhu?" Third Mistress Zhu was not actually surnamed Zhu, but that was not important. Liu Yuewang was calling her Auntie?
"Ha... sorry. You really have taken excellent care of yourself, but when I first met you back then, my father told me to call you Auntie. Twenty years have passed—I can't very well start calling you Sister and lower your seniority." Liu Yuewang explained politely.
Liu Yuewang was actually rather shocked as well. The woman before her seemed not to have changed at all from back then... After so many years, the impact of