It was not unusual that he did not recognize himself.
Pei Yunmeng glanced at the wound on his shoulder and seemed to think of something, Clicked his tongue, and said disdainfully, "The stitching is really terrible."
Lu Tong: "..."
Looking along the scar on Pei Yunmeng's shoulder, time had muted its ferocity, yet it couldn't change the fact of its roughness. Both new and old wounds had been tended by her hand, like the same canvas being sketched on different days, from crude to refined, each clearly recorded.
Unexpectedly, Lu Tong suddenly remembered what Pei Yunshu had said to her at Treasure Bead's Baby Washing Ceremony at Prince Wen's Mansion.
Pei Yunshu asked, "Doctor Lu is from Su Nan, and Ah Ying was also in Su Nan a few years ago, did you meet there?"
At that time, she had subconsciously denied it, never imagining that destiny, after its twists and turns, would bring together passersby who had once sought shelter from the winter chill to meet again elsewhere.
