There were three people sitting around the table, namely mayor, Xu Lan and Bai Wu. The mayor's son brought a cup of ginger tea unwillingly. He put it down on the table with a 'bang'.
"Let's talk. What did she want to ask?" The mayor asked with the teacup in his hand.
"Mayor, what's your impression of Xiu He?" Xu Lan asked while he drank the ginger tea and grimaced.
"Pure and beautiful. We used to leave for work and come home together. I really miss those moments."
"You can still remember clearly even after forty years had passed. I think she'll feel appeased. She has only one question for you, do you believe in her?" Xu Lan was influenced by his occupational habit and asked as if he was interrogating a criminal.
"... When did I ever believed the others," the mayor teared up instantly and the hand that was holding the walking stick trembled in the slightest possible way, almost unnoticeable if one did not observe carefully.
