Early in the morning, a grand track carriage drawn by two spirited horses hurried past. The driver was a woman in her twenties wearing a felt hat with short hair; she steered the carriage through the streets and alleys under the gaze of passersby, finally arriving in front of Hesheng's red mansion.
Stepping out of the carriage in a light blue English-style long dress that fluttered like a delicate cloud, was an elegant and beautiful lady.
The doormen of Hesheng waved and said, "Miss, you parked in the wrong spot, didn't you?"
"I'm looking for Liang Hui. Is he here?"
"Who's looking for me?"
Dressed in silk pajamas and holding a snuff bottle, Liang Hui descended the staircase and casually asked upon hearing the voice.
The two of them looked at each other across a threshold, both unexpectedly showing a surprised expression.
"You're not Liang Hui. Oh, no, I should say, you are the real Liang Hui, aren't you?"
The pretty girl shook her head.
"May I ask who you are?"
