Chapter 1847 How Do I Find Her

An Xiaowan hesitated for two seconds before saying in a low voice, "I've seen..."

In her mind, the orchid of Figola first flashed, and then, in a blink of an eye, she grabbed a thread in her mind.

It's that special, little orchid logo!

Just like the orchid shape here, it's exactly the same!

Some bend their necks, some tilt their leaves... each one is different. Just like the footer is always marked differently, it records the countless playful and elegant orchids here!

Her heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

"I've seen it... that's right..." Some elderly housekeepers murmured to themselves with a slight expression of deep meaning.

"what did you say?"

The butler sighed and walked forward.

An Xiaowan followed closely behind, walking in the house, getting closer and closer to the French windows.

The sun was shining warmly on her body, making her exhausted and aching all over her body seem to be relieved a lot.

"My master said that sooner or later, you will follow her footsteps and find this place..." The butler's voice was hoarse.

An Xiaowan's heart suddenly tightened.

She couldn't help but clenched her hands into fists by her side. After a while, her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and she said in a tense voice, "Me? Your master? Who is it?"

In the bottom of her heart, a series of questions suddenly appeared.

These days, ever since she came to that isolated island, she felt that she began to touch the traces of her mother step by step. The woman who has never met but has blood relationship, the blood relative who should be the most familiar, but has become a stranger.

The most familiar stranger.

She has no outline of a mother in her heart at all, and she has never thought about what kind of person her Virgin is.

She only thought that it was a soul that was no longer in this world, and if she pursued it, it would only increase her and her father's grief, so she chose to forget about it.

It's just that now, there is an image that is gradually becoming full in her heart, shaping a vague outline...

"You are so similar to my master." The housekeeper did not answer her question directly, but shook his head while sighing in a low voice: "Perhaps she never thought that you would be so similar to her."

"..."

"My master never told us her real name, but we were all saved by her from that isolated island, so even if we have no life here, we still wait for her day after day."

"...How does she know that I will come?"

"Maybe it's intuition." The housekeeper smiled, "It's just that you are probably much later than she thought."

An Xiaowan felt as if she had caught some thread, but when she looked closely, she didn't seem to have caught anything.

So far, she seems to have traced the paths of many mothers, but her identity, her name, where she is now...all of this until now, she still knows nothing.

"How do I... find her?" An Xiaowan was a little nervous, and finally asked this question.

The butler didn't speak, but just pulled down a huge piece of cloth from the wall.

The flowing fabric fell gently on the ground without any sound.

An Xiaowan raised her eyes, looked at the huge painting on the wall, but was stunned.

In that painting, there is an unbelievably beautiful, gentle and elegant woman.

In her arms was a small child.