Xue Yin fell silent, biting her lip and looking at Wei Song.
"We'll try one number at a time."
Wei Song clasped Xue Yin's hand, leaning close to her ear and speaking slowly.
If there was no other way, they could only try one number at a time.
Although it was time-consuming, it was still a method.
"Grandpa, can you remember the code?"
Wei Song sliced fruits for Xue Changguang, skewering them with a toothpick, before he asked carefully.
"I'm old, I can't remember."
Xue Changguang shook his head slowly.
How could he remember when he wasn't even sure if the code had been changed?
"Grandpa, what's her name?"
Xue Yin asked.
"Qingyi."
Xue Changguang closed his eyes slowly.
He still remembered Lu Qingyi and her eyes that emitted a sense of chill.
She didn't say a word that day, just packed up her things in the studio, slung a white canvas bag over her shoulder, left her piece of art, and never came back.
