The woman in red walked past Mo Lin.
She slipped her right hand into her pocket, slowly lifted her head, and smiled at Mo Lin.
"Mo Lin..."
She called out Mo Lin's name.
Mo Lin instinctively froze for a moment.
Then he quickly responded, "Yingying?"
"I thought you wouldn't recognize me after all these years!" Yingying replied to Mo Lin slowly.
This woman used to be a classmate of Mo Lin's; she lived in the same neighborhood.
They often went to school together in the past.
Then Mo Lin disappeared, leaving her alone in Jiangzhou.
"Where have you been all these years?" Yingying asked Mo Lin.
"I..." Mo Lin was about to say something, but suddenly recalled his sister's words on Black Stone Street earlier.
"Many people in Jiangzhou died. Anyone who survived is very strange; they are not human."
"I transferred to another school." Mo Lin quickly made up an excuse.
"It's good you left Jiangzhou, otherwise you might have ended up like me." Yingying said with a smile.
