Chapter 940
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No wonder when she looked in the mirror earlier, she realized that the face in the mirror wasn't hers.
It turned out that this person was the one who had stolen her face.
"Xie Yi, calm down. She did not steal your face."
Ye Linlang believed Shi Han's words.
Ye Linlang looked at Ye Tianxin's face in a daze and said in a low voice, "But her face is the same as mine. If she didn't steal my face, why is it the same as mine?"
Shi Han hesitated for a moment. "Little Yi, she is your daughter," he said softly.
"My daughter?" Ye Linlang shook her head violently.
"Yes, she is your daughter," Shi Han replied. "If you don't believe me, we can do a DNA test. You can see the results. What do you think?"
Ye Linlang nodded.
Her daughter …
She was her daughter?
So, her daughter's face was the same as hers.
"What about my face?" Ye Linlang asked Shi Han. If this face was not hers, then where was her face?
Where had her face gone?
Why had she become like this?
Why had she … become like this?
Shi Han wanted to tell Ye Linlang that her face had become like this because she had been in a car accident and her face could not be restored.
Later on, she had undergone plastic surgery.
However, it was obvious that she had regained some of her memories, but at the same time, she seemed to have lost some of them.
"Little Yi, why don't we do a DNA test first?"
Ye Linlang looked at Ye Tianxin's face and then at her grandmother. She looked at her grandmother's face seriously.
Her grandmother was old.
When Lin Yiqian left, her grandmother was still very young.
Now, her grandmother was old. Her face was full of wrinkles.
"Then who are you?"
Her grandmother reached out and held Ye Linlang's hand. "Linlang, I am your mother. Do you still remember me?"
"No."
Ye Linlang immediately pulled her hand away. How could she be her mother?
Her mother was still very young.
Her mother could not be this old.
"You are not my mother. My mother is not this old. My mother was very young. My mother knew how to embroider …"
Ye Linlang's grandmother's face from twenty years ago appeared in her mind.
Back then, her grandmother was really young. There were not so many wrinkles on her face.
Lin Yiqian's head hurt as images of her time with her grandmother appeared in her mind.
"I am your mother, Linlang. It's just that I am old."
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