A stormy night, rivers soared tumultuously.
Garden blooms throughout the city were swept away by the winds, and after the rain cleared up the following day, the early morning was cool and crisp,
On Qinghe Street in South City, which bustled all night, the day seemed somewhat quieter. It was still early, the alleyways serene, when the deliberately crafted wooden door of a tea house to the east creaked open, and a seventeen or eighteen-year-old young man stepped out.
He was clad in a green round-necked brocade robe adorned with contrasting floral patterns, his steps light, his brows and eyes relaxed, resembling a vibrant young willow, and he held a purple wooden box in his hands as he made his way toward the red horse tied at the entrance.
Duan Xiaoyan had come to pick up white jade.
On Huangmao Hill, Lu Tong was chased and bitten by Qi Yutai's vicious dog, inadvertently dropping a medical kit which Zhizi later found.
