"Speaking of this painting, it was sent by a close friend of mine. After so many years, when I saw this painting, I thought of her. Alas, I was so anxious when Xuan'er lost it." Old Madam Qin sighed, as if she was explaining.

Mo Xuetong did not reply, and just smiled at Old Madam Qin. Then she asked Mo Yu to hold the painting in her hand. She stood up, walked over, picked up the painting and unfolded it in front of Old Madam Qin before she asked with a smile, "Grandaunt, is this ...