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Of course, Zhang Xiaya also gave Tang Yuxin a lump of mud, saying that they should make a stove and a pot with it.

Tang Yuxin looked at her clean little hands and the clean clothes she put on just today. She wasn’t one to play with mud; while other kids had their clothes washed by their mothers, hers were washed by her father.

Her father was already very busy and tired, so sometimes her uncle would help wash her clothes.

The men of the Tang family were homebodies, the quietly dependable sort that only those with discerning eyes would appreciate.

Zhang Yindi sniffled on her long, runny nose.

“Yuxin, aren’t you playing?”

“No,” Tang Yuxin pinched her fair, tender small fingers, “Dad changed me into new clothes today, I don’t want them to get dirty.”

“Then give yours to me.”

Zhang Yindi, with her mud-covered hands, immediately reached out to grab the lump of mud Tang Yuxin was holding as if someone would snatch it away.

Tang Yuxin furrowed her eyebrows slightly, how was this feeling so familiar?

Zhang Yindi, such a common name, yet what past incidents could she have possibly forgotten with this person in her memories?

“Yindi, what’s your last name?” Tang Yuxin knelt on the ground, poking her palm with her little finger, her face soft and adorable like a little Baozi. The children in the rural areas matured early, running around freely like lambs ever since their childhood. All the children here were used to growing up in this way, so they did not mind getting a bit dirty. Yet Tang Yuxin stood out. She was always clean, quiet, and therefore, the villagers always said that Tang Yuxin was like a child from the city.

Every time Tang Yuxin heard this, she was somewhat helpless. The thought of a woman in her thirties playing with mud alongside the kids made her wish she could voice out her thoughts.

Your Majesty, I simply cannot do this.

Zhang Yindi lifted her face, it was skinny and tanned. She had small monolid eyes and two red cheeks, the typical physical characteristics of Northwestern people.

“My last name is Zhang too. My name is Zhang Yindi.”

“Zhang Yindi?” There was a sudden sour feeling in Tang Yuxin’s heart.

It was her. She can’t believe it was her. She looked so different as a child, but when she grew up, she transformed completely—incredibly beautiful, elegant, and married to an enviable husband that every woman dreamed of.

But at that time, she had no longer used the name Zhang Yindi. Instead, she had changed it to Zhang Xiaomei. No wonder Tang Yuxin remembered the name but could not match it with the corresponding person.

She had only met Zhang Xiaomei, who was Zhang Yindi in the past, once in the hospital. Back then, Zhang Xiaomei did not recognize her, while she managed to recognize Zhang Xiaomei. The latter had indeed changed a lot in appearance, but she was the Golden Phoenix who flew out of their village, and the man she married was Mr. Gu Ning.

A gleam flashed across Tang Yuxin’s eyes, she really wanted to find a hint of the future Zhang Xiaomei in Zhang Yindi’s current appearance. However, regretfully, she couldn’t even find a hair that was similar, let alone the whole likeness.

Zhang Yindi now had small eyes, a flat nose, and a square face. As a doctor, Tang Yuxin knew too well that even with growth, a square face couldn’t transform into a sharp, oval face.

Thus, it only meant that Zhang Xiaomei’s final appearance was not a result of maturing into beauty, but plastic surgery.

However, why didn’t she cherish what she had? Mr. Gu was a good man.

If it was her, if it was her, then, regardless of life or death, she would never leave him like that—heartlessly, and without uttering a word. For a man suffering from a severe illness, this could be more devastating than anything else.