At ten o'clock in the morning, the Gu Mansion was caressed by gentle breezes. The closer one walked towards the interior, the clearer the sound of Lan River's waters lapping against the shore became, accompanied by the periodic hooting of riverboat horns.
Jiang Muwan held her cellphone while standing on the small path of the Gu Mansion. Beneath her feet was a path paved with warm stones, and before her eyes were leaves, some green, some yellow.
The silence of Jiang Wei rang in her ears.
Lan Ying stood at a distance, a few steps away from her, just close enough to see that she was in a foul mood, but not close enough to hear what she was saying.
Under the sunlight, her red sweater made her stand out strikingly amidst the half-green, half-yellow leaves.
Her upright spine gave off an air of isolation from everyone else.
