He Qingyin chuckled lightly, not wanting to continue this topic with her grandnephew. She watched as he unfolded the paper, "What have you got there?"
"This is from my lifesaver, Comrade Qingxue, entrusted to me to give to you. She said you would definitely recognize her by her name." He Hongjun was particularly curious. Could it really be that mystical? Just a moment ago, when he'd mentioned Feng Qingxue, his great-aunt had said she was not around.
"I would recognize her? Now that's strange," remarked He Qingyin as she set down her soup spoon and took a glance at the paper.
It wasn't a big deal till she looked at it, and when she did, she was startled.
Upon recognizing the calligraphy on the paper, the elderly woman suddenly stood up, knocking over the chair behind her.
"You're saying this is from your lifesaver?" He Qingyin's tone was extremely urgent.
"Yes!" He Hongjun nodded, "Do you know her?"