Song Qingya was dressed in a blue uniform, her long, glossy black hair braided over one shoulder. Her skin was fair, and her features were delicate and pretty.
She carried a basket filled with freshly bought vegetables and meat, planning to go home and cook.
'Tonight, I'll make a pot of braised meat for Fei Jin and stir-fry some vegetables,' she thought. 'It'll be a light yet nutritious meal, perfect for my current condition.'
Suddenly, she noticed a familiar figure.
The figure flashed past, but it was enough to make her heart skip a beat.
She tilted her head slightly, her gaze sweeping quickly through the crowd. Sure enough, in the shadows at the corner of the supply and marketing cooperative, she saw an all-too-familiar face.p>
It was Song Chenglu.
Song Chenglu was wearing a green jacket that had faded to a grayish color, its hem somewhat frayed. Her hair was loosely tied in a bun.
Standing next to Song Chenglu was Yang Meiling.
