As the woman approached, the expression on Li Annan's face became increasingly indescribable.
Dressed in a somewhat worn trench coat and jeans, her hair casually tied behind her head, she was not yet thirty, yet her face was already deeply etched with the marks of time.
"Annan... you..." The woman had well-proportioned features; one could tell she had been pretty when she was younger. Her eyes brimmed with tears, as if she didn't know what to say.
After a long while, she asked with a choked voice, "Do you still remember me?"
Ning Guiwan observed Li Annan's expression, and some things became obvious.
Subconsciously, she turned to look at Quan Yu.
The elevator was in Zone A. Quan Yu and Qiao Yishen were walking side by side toward Zone C.
Perhaps sensing something, Quan Yu turned his head to look over. A cigarette butt was clenched in the corner of his mouth. His gaze calmly swept over Ning Guiwan's face without pausing, as if he had no interest in what was happening behind him.
