The air in the mediation room in the old community in the south of the city is heavy. Jiang Yuhuan was listening intently to a crying woman, using a calm tone to build a temporary dam for her collapsing emotions: "Take your time, I'm here to listen."
The door was pushed open.
A figure walked in with the coolness of early autumn. Gray shirt, crisp suit pants, and a briefcase with cold lines in his hand. He raised his head, his eyes scanning the environment habitually, and then his eyes suddenly met with Jiang Yuhuan's in the air.
Time seemed to have been pressed on a tiny pause button.
It's Zhou Mu.
Jiang Yuhuan's heart skipped a beat the moment she recognized him. It's not a throbbing, but a more complex vibration - like a dusty old thing suddenly exposed to the new sunlight, instantly clear, yet extremely strange.
Almost at the same time, an extremely fast and almost uncaptured wave flashed across Zhou Muye's eyes. That was an unexpected result obtained after high-speed retrieval and matching. He obviously recognized her too.
"Jiang Yuhuan?" He spoke first, his voice was lower and more steady than in memory, but the clear quality remained the same. Not a question, but a confirmation.
"Zhou Muye." She smiled and nodded, maintaining a professional composure, "Long time no see."
Intention: Self-awareness and value confirmation