Du Jiangli opened her eyes and through a thin layer of gauze, her first sight was not of Sang Chen, but of that purple garment.
It was only a side profile, yet it strangely felt familiar.
She stared unblinkingly, feeling an inexplicable urge to sweep aside the gauze curtain.
"You should think about it yourself," Ran Yan said, then she pushed the curtain aside and entered.
They looked each other in the eye.
Du Jiangli's eyes widened in shock—the face before her, so familiar she couldn't be more acquainted with it, was astonishingly… her own!
Ran Yan also seemed a bit stupefied. When she had found Du Jiangli on the mountaintop, she thought her a stranger, but now she felt an unusual warmth towards her.
Ran Yan was the first to regain her composure and asked, "Lady Du, how do you feel?"
Du Jiangli gathered her thoughts and replied, "I am all right. You are...?"
