The robed figure didn't seem to be worried at all, and they casually waved their hand and let her go. Zhiwei hid the notebook in the fold of her clothes and turned to leave.
In that moment, she had felt that something was different, but after a moment of stillness, could find nothing wrong with her body, and so she chuckled to herself and pushed through the door.
Feng Zhiwei exclaimed in surprise and realized that she had lost track of time as she had read. The sun had already sank to the west, and it was dusk.
Feng Zhiwei ran down a short cut and rushed back. She was familiar with many of the alleys, and this road led to the Lan Xiang Yard back door.
The path was quiet and Feng Zhiwei could hear her footsteps against the bluestone road.
In that empty silence, she could hear the distant hum of conversation.
"Mom, give me a silver tael."
Feng Zhiwei's heart trembled - it was Feng Hao.
