The night wind swept through the camp, carrying the floating aroma of alcohol from the night market everywhere.
Lu Tong's thoughts blurred for a moment.
Seventeen.
It seemed as if no one had called her by that name for a very long time.
Since Lady Yun left, no one had addressed her that way, making her suddenly feel as if she were still in the thatched cottage on Luomei Peak in Su Nan, never having left.
Lu Tong stared blankly at the silver ring in her hand for a long time before she finally snapped back to reality.
"How did it end up with you?"
"Zhizi found your medical box, it got accidentally broken."
He watched Lu Tong, "Instead of that question, shouldn't you be asking me something else?"
After a moment of silence, Lu Tong spoke.
"What should I ask you? Why did you appear at the Su Nan execution ground five years ago? You know I never pry into other people's private affairs."
Her words were quite heartless.
