She sat by the window.
Her attire was simple and unassuming, yet elegant.
Due to years of being trapped in a basement, her skin was abnormally pale.
Her gaze carried a depth and complexity unlike that of ordinary people.
After Lian Xinying sat down across from her, she was the first to speak, "Yingying, do you still remember me?"
"I do." Before Dad's accident, there were photos of Mom at home.
"That's good." Su Rong revealed a relieved smile and handed her the menu, "Order what you like, I'll have whatever you're having."
"Oh, okay. Mom, about that incident last time, you really weren't hurt?" When Lian Xinying called out 'Mom,' there was a ripple in her heart.
It had been too long since she last used that word.
"I suffered some minor injuries. How is Yan Ye doing now?" From Yan Ye's reckless action to save her last time, Su Rong could see the relationship between Yan Ye and Lian Xinying.
