The woman's demeanor gave Xue Yuantong the feeling as if she were a female college student encountered during a journey, standing out starkly from a desolate mountain village.
When the dishes were served, the woman approached Xue Yuantong, her eyes staring straight ahead.
Through those eyes, Xue Yuantong sensed her emotions: pleading, pain, despair.
She recognized her, it was the madwoman from last night.
The woman placed the porcelain bowl into Xue Yuantong's hands, then placed it on the table.
When Xue Yuantong took the bowl, her fingers touched something unusual beneath it, seemingly a strip of paper, causing her body to shiver.
Then, without changing her expression, she tightly clenched it and naturally set the bowl down.
After completing the whole step, Xue Yuantong's heart pounded furiously, nerves on edge, her mind filled with visions of Jiang Ning.
Just as she tightly embraced her thoughts, a voice suddenly rang out from the table, "Hold on."
