Gu Juan didn't dare say anything else, nodded hurriedly, and then left with her head down.
"Little sister, the person you found isn't mentally disturbed, is he?" someone said.
"I shouldn't think so... probably not." The girl seemed unsure.
By the time they looked at Gu Juan again, she had already vanished without a trace.
When she reached a corner where no one was around, Gu Juan stopped, leaned against the wall, and clutched her chest tightly.
Lv Guoqing? Lv Guoqing!
Of course, she hoped that what she heard and saw wasn't real.
But over these years, Lv Guoqing had thought of nothing else but painting, and although he was already over fifty, he didn't look much different from two or three decades ago.
Time seemed to have left no mark on him at all.
In contrast, her own hands had become rough after years of labor in prison without maintenance, let alone her face.
