Shen Yanhe blinked and waved at her, signaling her to come over.
The young woman sat on the bed expressionlessly, staring at her for a while before she finally moved.
She got out of bed and walked toward Shen Yanhe step by step.
After sizing up her posture, she mimicked her by squatting on the ground, tilting her head to look at her, her facial expression still wooden.
Shen Yanhe carefully examined her, considered her words, and then asked, "Do you still remember Lu Jing?"
The young woman stared at her lips moving, her face unchanging, but a few ripples appeared in the depths of her eyes.
Thinking she couldn't hear, Shen Yanhe breathed on the glass, creating a little white fog, and wrote the name Lu Jing on it.
Her gaze fixed tightly on the young woman's face.
Watching those two characters, the young woman suddenly extended her finger and gently caressed them, her dry lips slightly parting: "...Jing..."
