Zhao Mingyan prided himself on his strategic mind, yet he could never figure out what was going on in Ji Qingwu's head.
And this moment was no exception.
She actually didn't remember it.
The scene in the painting was from a tea shed in Ninghe Town, where she had knelt to treat an old man and a child with acupuncture.
No wonder she reacted so strongly. Zhao Mingyan tilted her chin up and asked, "Who did you think it was?"
Ji Qingwu was dazed.
She understood each word individually, but she couldn't make sense of them together.
'The girl in the portrait... is me? How could it be me?'
She frowned, thinking for a long time before finally looking up at him to ask hesitantly.
"Could you be mistaken?"
Zhao Mingyan flicked her on the forehead. "Do you take me for some muddle-headed fool? I would never be mistaken."
Hearing the certainty in his voice, Ji Qingwu rubbed her temples and tried her best to recall the memory.
