Sang Yue placed the peeled apple in Jiang Gong's palm, then stood up to greet Shen Lu.
"Hello, I'm Sang Yue. 'Sang' from the mulberry leaf, and 'Yue' from the moon."
The young woman's words were gentle—not in a coquettish way, but with the soft, melodic accent cultivated in the Yannan Water Village.
It was as if a bolt of lightning flashed through Shen Lu's mind.
'Sang Yue... isn't she the female lead?'
'That's not right. Wasn't Xue Can supposed to sit out this delegation's mission? Why has the female lead appeared anyway?'
'Is this the power of the almighty plot?'
"Hello. Your name is very unique." Shen Lu's mind was reeling with questions, but her expression betrayed nothing as she returned Sang Yue's greeting.
Sang Yue pursed her lips into a small smile. "Perhaps it's because my surname is rather uncommon."
"It is."
The two walked over to a nearby sofa, where Sang Yue quietly listed the things she needed.
