The carriage at the back was clearly much slower than the one in front. Suddenly, it stopped in front of a tea stall. A maid dressed in servant's attire jumped down, carrying a lacquer-red food box. She took out a gold-rimmed carved tea cup from the box and bought the best tea from the stall, carefully bringing it to the front of the carriage.
"Miss, please have some tea."
A pale and delicate hand reached out from the carriage, its fragile and boneless appearance left everyone sitting and drinking tea in the stall in awe, forgetting to react.
Just a hand was so beautiful it made people unable to resist caring for it dearly.
The young lady inside the carriage took the tea cup, and after a good while, a voice finally drifted gently from inside. The voice was tender and delicate, like a butterfly flitting over flower buds, sweet to the ear.
"Has Madam's carriage already passed by?"
"Yes, Miss, it has already gone by."
