The morning mist had just dispersed, and the osmanthus on the branches was soaked with dew, sweet and moist, like the sudden call of a girl—
"Brother!"
Tang Ziqian stopped in his tracks, turning to see a young girl in an outfit of lotus-colored jacket and skirt, her steps "thump, thump, thump," chasing after him rather anxiously along the vermilion corridor.
As she reached him, she examined him and asked, "Brother, are you going out?"
Tang Ziqian also looked down at himself and shook his head: "I'm not going out." Though he was dressed as if he was going out, he had no intention to do so.
"Then are you expecting a guest?" the young girl asked again.
Tang Ziqian thought for a moment and still shook his head: "No guests."
"Then you—"
"Are you looking for me for something?" Tang Ziqian interrupted her courtesy talk.
The young girl hesitated for a moment and nodded earnestly: "I have something very important to discuss with you; it will require a bit of your time!"
