Lu Chong gave a self-deprecating smile. His brows, which hadn't relaxed for many years, were faintly marked with signs of worry. "Indeed, Madam Cheng, you are no longer the Pan Zhen I once knew, just as I am no longer the spirited Lu Chong of those days."
Those simple sentences transported Madam Cheng and Lu Chong back twenty years, to when they were the best of friends—not just the two of them, but there was also a man Madam Cheng would never forget. The man who used to call her "Zhen'er" with such tenderness every time they met.
Unfortunately, they could never return to the past, and that man would never be seen again.
Madam Cheng snapped back to the present, and from the corner of her eye, she caught sight of the Embroidery ladies of Red Smoke Pavilion, not focusing on their work, all peering over curiously.
