Upon hearing Lin Yuan'ai's sudden, resolute words, Yan Xinxin was caught off guard and stared at Lin Yuan'ai in a daze.
"There's no mistake! You are Qianyuan!"
Lin Yuan'ai looked at the still stunned Yan Xinxin and reached out to lift the right corner of her white T-shirt.
"This birthmark—don't tell me it's just a coincidence! Back when Qianyuan was still in swaddling clothes, I held that child countless times! I saw this birthmark on the very day she was born!"
Her voice grew more emotional as she held Yan Xinxin's hand tightly.
"Back then, I often helped Zitong bathe Qianyuan, and this little red heart on her waist—I remember it vividly! There's absolutely no way someone else could have such a similar birthmark!"
Every word Lin Yuan'ai spoke brimmed with conviction, slowly pulling Yan Xinxin out of her stupor into stunned astonishment.
She wasn't mistaken; tears were glistening in Lin Yuan'ai's eyes!
