"Open your eyes wide and take a good look,"
Kang Li fetched a photograph from the master bedroom, held it before Xu Chunxia, and coldly said, "See clearly? One in the photo is my grandmother, and the other is my aunt. I was found and acknowledged by my father through this photograph; I didn't seek him out myself. Now, do you have anything else to say?"
Xu Chunxia was stunned, speechless.
The photograph was clearly taken many years ago, and the resemblance of one of the two people in it was strikingly similar to Kang Libao, as if carved from the same mold.
Kang Li seemed to think that she hadn't yet shattered Xu Chunxia's dream wholly, so she continued, "If you still hold onto a glimmer of hope, go ahead and seek out Lady Fang to confirm it, ask her if I am indeed the child she discarded years ago.
Xu Chunxia, dreaming is your affair, no one has the right to interfere, but if your unrealistic dream involves my family, don't blame me for shattering it!"
