"There's nothing much to entertain you with in this remote village, Miss Yu."
Lu Bingyan poured a cup of hot water for Yu Sheng and placed a few mountain chrysanthemums into it.
Yu Sheng reached out her hands to take the teacup and said with a smile, "Not at all, this is already very nice."
The teacup was rustic, the spring water sweet, and the fragrance of the chrysanthemums lingering; Yu Sheng's words were not entirely mere courtesy.
Lu Bingyan forced a smile, occasionally glancing at the wheelchair Yu Sheng was sitting in.
"Sister Lu, your mother... isn't a native of Jixue Village, is she?"
Yu Sheng asked suddenly, holding her teacup.
Lu Bingyan was taken aback, then looked at her with a slightly unnatural expression, "How did you know?"
Yu Sheng touched the armrest of the wheelchair and said, "On this wheelchair is the emblem of Bottong Hospital, and Bottong Hospital, as far as I know... is in Beijing." Yu Sheng raised her head to look at the expressionless Lu Bingyan.
