Yao Qing glanced at her, then calmly brushed aside her coat and sat down.
It had been several years since their last meeting, too many for Yao Qing to bother counting.
She thought she had forgotten what Sang Yu looked like, but now she suddenly realized that Sang Yu's image had always been in front of her eyes, almost exactly as she had imagined her to be now.
Was this the so-called blood connection, the reason why she had imagined her appearance so many times?
"Qingqing, have you been well these past few years?"
As their eyes met, Sang Yu gave an extremely faint smile and spoke up.
She was a gentle woman, and that smile made Yao Qing feel as if the years of separation were not so much a separation as they were a brief missed connection.
After a while, someone came to serve coffee.
Yao Qing glanced at it; the one before her was her favorite blend.
When Sang Yu had left, she was still too young to drink coffee. Thus, she must have researched her taste.
