"Alright, you move after fifteen minutes, and I'll try to keep him at my place," Black Cat said, turning and leaping over the courtyard wall.
Li Piaoqing pursed her lips, revealing a faint smile, but quickly composed herself. It was then that she remembered something, sat in the courtyard and ate a couple of bites of food, before leisurely rinsing her mouth and washing her hands, and then carried the small drawer out the door.
Autumn days, large pagoda trees, the vast silence of a great mansion.
The girl placed the small drawer at the entrance, and with her sword, she headed again toward the eastern courtyard.
Rusty locks and old wood were, as always, like a portal to the past amid the tranquil air.
The girl gently pressed her hand on the lock and then turned her head to look toward the back courtyard.
Not knowing what Black Cat had done, but indeed, no more sounds of obstruction arose from behind her.
Li Piaoqing leaped in.
