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Chapter 1637: Were you thinking of me just now?

    

savored every moment, pushing down all speculation about the future. 。In the fading light, he sneakily glanced at the man beside him. His cold profile was deeply imprinted in his heart. 。She wasn't...Lin Jinran was even more incredulous, murmuring, “How did you know”

Gu Mengping calmly explained, "I once read a book about flower language, which explains the meanings of many flowers."

After saying this, Gu Meng paused for a moment, her voice still gentle as she continued, "These flower meanings were originally given by humans to satisfy their own desires and hopes that flowers could convey their feelings. In reality, they have no meaning whatsoever to the flowers themselves."

Her eyes looked at Lin Jinyan tenderly, her smile was gentle, for a moment she really made Lin Jinyan unable to extricate himself and couldn't recover.

That face, not only did it resemble her mother's, but her thoughts were also very similar to her mother's.

Lin Jinran remembered his mother also said something similar, but at that time, Lin Jinran was too young to remember much, only some scattered words. The language of flowers is what humans give to flowers. Flowers grow towards the sun and don't need...

At this moment, Lin Jinyan's heart sprouted a bold idea: Could Gu Meng and her mother be twins

At the thought of this possibility, Lin Jinran was startled.

She had looked over Gu Meng's file. The file stated that Gu Meng was an orphan, but her mother wasn't. Lin Jin Dye had deceased grandparents, and her mother had never left Nanjiang until she passed away.

If they were twins, the Lin family wouldn't have been able to abandon one child back then. Besides being twins, their similar appearances and viewpoints are too coincidental to be just chance.

On the other side, Gu Meng saw that Lin Jinran lightly frowned, her eyes hesitant as if she was thinking about something. She raised her hand and waved it in front of Lin Jinran's eyes, calling out softly, "Miss Lin"

Lin Jinran came to her senses, suppressed the guesses in her heart, and looked up at Gu Meng, "Just call me Jinran. Can I call you Sister Gu"

Gu Meng let out a soft chuckle and waved her hand. "At my age, calling me your older sister wouldn't be right. Why don't you just call me Auntie Gu"

Lin Jinran agreed and called out, "Aunt Gu."

"Mmm." Gu Meng nodded, then asked directly, "Were you thinking of me just now"

After a moment's hesitation, Lin Jinran admitted, "Yes."

Gu Meng nodded in understanding and spoke gently, "I understand that I'm a lot like your mother, but I am not your mother, and I can't replace her."

"Auntie Gu, I know you're not. I just," Lin Jinran's words were cut off before he could finish, as Gu Meng spoke up, "It's just that I look too much like your mother."

Knowing his thoughts had been guessed, Lin Jinran didn't feel any discomfort. He simply nodded in acknowledgment.

"I shook my head and sighed, "This is also what worries me. If you see me, you'll always think of your mother, which will be painful for you and the child."

Lin Jinran was at a loss for words for a moment. She had to admit, she had been careless in her consideration of this matter.

I thought I only saw Gu Meng as her savior. But when Gu Meng really came to her side, her words and actions were too similar to her mother in many ways, which really gave Lin Jin Dye a kind of illusion.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to lose control."

Gu Meng saw Lin Jinran's helpless appearance, she felt sorry for her and walked forward to gently hug Lin Jinran, comforting her, "You don't need to apologize to me, it was my appearance that caused you trouble."

Being held in Gu Meng's warm embrace, Lin Jinran felt a sense of relaxation. Her eyes were slightly sore, denying Gu Meng's words, "No, you haven't caused me any trouble. I'm grateful that you came."ng to his grandfather's request, had the wet nurse bring the child over.In the hall, there was no trace of Fu Shaoqing. He had been busier than ever lately, pursuing the murderer, handling matters for...