She looked deeply at that picture. Indeed, it was when Li Zhiqiang had brought her to that terrace, she had recalled a few things. Similarly, when she was brought to Uncle Wei's place, she recalled again. Memories were coming back slowly when she was brought in contact with places or people in the blackout span. But still, everything was separated. It seemed... It was all waiting or a line to connect everything.
And this woman might be that line.
"Do you know anything else about this woman?"
Heng Bingwen sighed when Jing Lihua failed to recognize her. "She used to be a piano prodigy. There were countless awards she had won to her name. Her fame extended to the international level. In December, six years ago, she had visited Beijing to attend a show. I couldn't know much but she has something to do with your arrival in Hong Kong. If the President could recognize her, it would have been a great help." Heng Bingwen looked at Jing Lihua with expectant eyes.
