Lina's ears buzzed, doubting if she had misheard. Her gaze was fixed on Zuko, lips moving but unable to utter a sound.
"Lina..." Zuko felt helpless witnessing her distressed reaction. He didn't know how to comfort her, hold her, or explain everything.
"You... you're joking, right?" Lina's lips twitched. "Zuko, don't make things up..."
"It's true." Zuko locked eyes with her. "You're not Lina Jenner. You're Pamela Thompson."
"How is that possible!?"
"If you don't believe me, look further back."
Zuko turned the album to later pages.
The deeper they delved, the clearer the image of the little girl became.
At her one-month celebration, innocence adorned her like a newborn.
At her one-year-old celebration, she laughed joyously, captivated by someone's antics.
At two years old, she sat up, clapping her tiny hands, gazing in a particular direction.
At three years old...
Lina's heart pounded violently!
Zuko slowly opened a drawer, retrieved the photo Melissa had given Cordelia, and placed it in the middle of the album for comparison.
"Lina, look." His voice turned hoarse. "Don't these two little girls look identical?"
Lina stood motionless like a statue.
One girl wore a beautiful fluffy dress, sporting a princess hairstyle and a delicate crown.
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