The nanny listened, seemingly understanding but not completely, but suddenly she remembered something and looked around, saying, "Miss Yu, I haven't met your husband yet."

I stood by the window, refilling the electric kettle with water.

I lowered my head and replied, "I'm not married."

Plugging in the power, the copper kettle emitted a faint hum.

Shortly after Liu Xingzhi fully evacuated from Shanghai, there was a leak of the arrest list incident in Shanghai, and during that time, people were entering the prison vertically and leaving horizontally every day at the Shanghai Police Station.

I was locked up in the cell, anxious day after day.

Later, I broke my shinbone and was allowed to receive medical treatment outside, so I returned to Beijing.

"It was just two years ago that Beijing changed its name to Beiping."

The nanny remembered and nodded, saying, "I remember. The Lantern Festival that year happened to be on the day of the beginning of spring."

The major events in 1928 were like thunderbolts, one after another, falling on this land of suffering.

That year, the Northern Expeditionary Forces were unstoppable, and the explosion in the Huanggutun shocked the world.

The Beiyang warlords came to an end, and the Nationalist Government took their place.

I stopped working in Beiping for nearly half a year and went undercover in the Nanjing government in May.

I thought Liu Xingzhi might be in Hunan, Jiangxi, Hubei, or the most intense areas of armed revolution.

After seeing off a guest at the Nanjing train station, as I walked out of the station, I encountered two police officers interrogating a couple.

I instinctively became sensitive to people being searched and couldn't help but glance at them a few more times.

The officer next to me said, "Lately, the train station and the wharf have been intensifying their inspections."

The police and the couple were in a heated argument.

The officer asked me to wait for a moment, walked over to inquire about the situation, and began to verify the information of the two individuals.

The gentleman in a Zhongshan suit seemed a little tired and handed over two identification documents.

"Officer, we're from Anhui, traveling from Nanjing to Shanghai."

The officer glanced at them and continued to check their documents.

I walked behind the police officer's right side and quickly took a glance at the man.

The officer pointed to the identification document and asked, "How do you read this character, Liu Liu?"

The man looked eager and smiled, saying, "Read it as Yu (yu), Zhang Liuyu."

The officer burst into laughter, returned the documents to them, and let them pass.

As the couple passed by me, the man, as if by chance, glanced at me.

The officer instructed the two policemen, "They're checking those heading north. There are plenty of people going from Nanjing to Shanghai."

I walked over, smiling and urging, "Alright, I have to go back. Please see me off first."

From Nanjing to Shanghai, then to Dalian, Harbin, Manzhouli, and finally arriving in Moscow.

Liu Xingzhi, I wish you a safe journey.

The nanny asked in confusion, "Miss Yu, are you saying that the person you met at the train station was Xingzhi?"

I held the glass in my hand, and the warm steam rose to my face, moistening my eyes.

"It should be him. That was also the last time I saw him."