"Li Ye."
The girl was wearing a gray hoodie and matching gray trousers, short hair, about 1.7 meters tall, of medium build, with clear facial features, around 25 or 26 years old, and still dressed in a neutral style, making her highly recognizable.
I met her and Kangxi at the entrance of the US consulate before leaving Shanghai.
“Huh?” Li Ye, steak in hand, turned to Zhang Jing, paused for a couple of seconds, and said, “Zhang Jing, what a coincidence!”
“It is a coincidence, long time no see.”
“Long time no see, where do you live?”
If it were a Westerner, asking where someone lives upon meeting them might seem like they’re coming to seek revenge.
Zhang Jing didn’t have that concern. “White Fish Town, it’s over forty kilometers from here.”
“I’ve been there, there are many farm-style
