The camera flash fragmented into starlight across Yulan’s damp eyelashes. She heard her own voice drifting from her throat like a piece of paper crumpled by the wind: "Professor Lin... I think you have mistaken me for someone else."
Before the words had even faded, her fingernails dug deep into her palms. The sharp pain rippled along her nerves, unable to suppress the raging sea surging in her heart.
Professor Lin’s hand hovered in mid-air. Having worked with chemicals for years, his skin looked even rougher than most. Behind him, the projector screen remained bright, showing a blown-up, infinite image of Wu Ya in her youth—the eyes were identical to Yulan’s.
Chapter 121