She was crying very heavily.
Lu Shaoming thought about that time three years back when she had saved him. A delicate immature girl who was confident in tackling the bandits. She was so brave and wise.
Then, she thought he died and she wailed with tears in her eyes. Then, he recalled that the woman was made of water. She was gentle and kind.
She bandaged his wound for him. Her white handkerchief had a faint fragrance. Along with her gentle yet slow movement. He missed this encounter for three years.
He always remembered her name was Ning Qing, Qing which meant pretty.
However, he came too late.
There was pity and heartache across Lu Shaoming's eyes. His handsome eyebrows were tightly knitted for as long as Ning Qing cried.
"Qingqing…" Yue Wanqing looked at Ning Qing with heartache. "Be honest with Mom, when you were in the entertainment circle, did you… That Director Wang…"
