"Lingzi, what are you afraid of? Didn't he fail to recognize you? As long as you no longer wear that bizarre make-up, I am confident he will never know you were the woman who once called him a toothpick." Yu Jingrong extended her hand to grasp Shen Anlingzi's, "and I'll help you."
The warmth from her palm seeped into Shen Anlingzi's skin, stirring her emotions. She had always trusted Yu Jingrong – in her heart, she was the most cunning woman with the most solutions.
Still, she hesitated, "But I'm still scared, what if, what if he recognizes me."
Yu Jingrong was lost in thought.
