The couple had not yet left the grocery store when an old lady who had been watching them for a while came over and grabbed Feng Qingxue's arm.
"My dear, is that you? I recognize your voice! I've had a good look, it's you! I'm sure of it - the eyes, the face, they can't be mistaken!" The old lady excitedly held Feng Qingxue's hand, her face filled with joy, "Thank heavens I found you, thank heavens I found you! My dear, thank heavens I found you!"
Feng Qingxue was a little dumbfounded and confused, "Ma'am, who are you?"
The sudden appearance startled her.
The old lady smiled, "You don't remember, my dear. That year, my husband and I fainted from hunger by the roadside, and it was you who saved us."
Over the past two or three years, especially the first year, Feng Qingxue had helped so many people that she didn't remember the old lady in front of her at all. She apologized, "Ma'am, I'm sorry, I don't remember."