The scene shifted, and Su Qing found herself in the small grove, seeing through Jin Zhiwei's eyes.
Su Qing sighed internally, lamenting Jin Zhiwei's naivete. But this was only a regression in time; no matter how much she pitied him, she couldn't help him in the slightest. All she could do was watch through his eyes.
Then, Su Qing saw Jin Zhicheng enter the woods with a man who looked to be around thirty.
Seeing the thirty-something man, Su Qing couldn't help but frown slightly.
Su Qing didn't recognize this man, but there was something about his presence that felt vaguely familiar. He was dressed plainly, looking no different from an ordinary person in Beijing at first glance, yet he still gave Su Qing a strong sense of familiarity.
'How could I be having this feeling?'
But before Su Qing could dwell on it, she saw Jin Zhicheng step forward and call out, "Zhiwei."
