Zoe's jaws dropped open as the playful breeze stole the shawl that was veiling the lady's face.
Without a doubt, it was Mrs. Gong! She thought she would not meet her again.
In a flash, she ran and tried to catch the valuable piece of cloth that was carefully protecting the elderly woman's identity. As if the mighty winds favored her, the shawl landed gently on her dainty hands.
She walked towards her to return it. As she did so, she noticed that the woman was pacing to and fro.
'She must be escaping from Lady Zhōu', she whispered as she contemplated Mrs. Gong's agenda. It was the only probable reason she was hiding beneath that piece of cloth.
At long last, she reached her spot and stretched her arm to return the scarf.
"Is this yours?" She politely asked in a friendly tone.
Mrs. Gong returned the gracious favor by smiling back at her, though in a timid fashion. "Yes, I appreciate it."
