She whispered, "I have a little aunt, named Dong Lian, who was sold to human traffickers by relatives when she was five."
Lan Ruo was startled. At first she didn't understand, but when she realized, she couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "Do you mean that Yi Aunt might be your little aunt?"
Shen Qinglan hurriedly covered her mouth and gestured for her to be silent.
Seeing her nod with a few muffled sounds, Shen Qinglan finally let go of her hand.
"I haven't confirmed it yet. It might just be a coincidence!"
Lan Ruo lowered her voice and asked, "Why do you suspect that Yi Aunt is your little aunt?"
Shen Qinglan asked, "Do you remember Mrs. Luo said that I look a bit like Mrs. Song?"
"I remember!" Lan Ruo nodded. "But there are many people in the world who look alike!"
"I know." Shen Qinglan said, "But both my mother and uncle felt that Mrs. Song resembled my deceased grandmother when they saw her."
