The compound that the military arranged for Commander Xia was very big. In front of the old courtyard that was Shanghainese-style, there was a corridor that looked like a modern sky garden. The corridor was built with red bricks and had not been painted over. There were potted plants on the wall too. In the winter, the plants would bloom with little red flowers. When Ye Jian looked at them, she knew that they were red plums.
The outer walls were covered with creeper vines. Since it was winter, the leaves had all withered and only the spiderweb-like brown vines clung tightly to the walls. Ye Jian looked at the second floor. The ivory white old-fashioned windows and red bricks were very clean, looking as though they were freshly painted.
One of the windows in the room was pushed open. The light-colored curtains were fluttering in the wind… Ye Jian felt that someone was staring at her.
