Autumn nights are bleak and cold.
The light in the kitchen is dim, like tiny, flickering stars about to be swallowed by the surging darkness of the night.
The woman stands at the door, her camellia-yellow dress rustling in the wind, her hairpin flower fresh and dewy. She looks at the person in front of her and slowly starts to speak.
"Barging into homes in the dead of night without cause, and not even wearing a mask, is truly brazen and reckless," she said.
She paused, eyeing the other's increasingly round eyes due to surprise, and continued, "If not for being an old acquaintance, I would have thought that the medical shop was being robbed tonight."
Duan Xiaoyan, sitting on the ground, swallowed hard and suddenly felt a bit guilty.
"Doctor Lu."
Before he could come up with a suitable excuse to deceive the person in front of him, he heard her calmly inquire, "Having followed me all day, what important matter brings young master Duan here?"
