C393 We Meet Again

A week's time flowed by like water. Mu Qingqing was able to hold the chopsticks steadily while washing the dishes. She was beginning to get used to the rhythm of the country. Now, her ability to see had returned, but her ability to read the mind had yet to return. To her, it wasn't really a bad thing. After all, she had been through it before when there were no take-outs