The car moved slowly along the streets.
Qiao Lian turned to look out of the window.
For the eight years that she had been away, there had been rapid changes.
Hence the places she used to know had become strange, although still familiar.
Lu Nanze did not say where he was taking her, neither did she ask. She made a note of where they were and tried to relate it to the Suzhou she remembered, so that she had an idea of where they were headed.
If she felt something amiss, she would call Shen Liangchuan or send him a message, so that he could come and rescue her.
After the car went around a curve and Qiao Lian saw the spicy soup stall, her body stiffened at once.
Upon noticing this, Lu Nanze asked, "What's the matter? Do you remember something?"
Qiao Lian quickly said, "No, I just find this place familiar."
It was certainly familiar, because beyond the stall, just straight ahead, was a high school.
