Seeing the two, the woman slowed her pace.
She seemed to recognize them as well.
"Little Yue, Lin Yi?"
The woman's words confirmed her identity to Lin Yi and Wu Feiyue.
Her name was Zhang Dan, and she was also from the orphanage.
She was older than Wu Feiyue, and when they were young, she was the one who took care of them.
But when Lin Yi went to college, she got married.
Since then, she never came back.
Not even for holidays.
So much so that their impression of her faded over time, and even today, they had to confirm for a long while.
"You two know each other?"
The owner of the fireworks stand glanced at Zhang Dan.
Zhang Dan's expression was a bit uneasy, seemingly reluctant to bring it up, but helpless.
"We used to be in the orphanage together."
Upon knowing their identity, the owner's face showed a trace of disdain.
"I knew it, coming here and having so much to say about a 2000-yuan firework—turns out you're from the same place."
