Twilight was settling in, casting a veil of stillness over the small courtyard with its weathered brick walls.
Gu Tingchuan pushed open the mottled wooden door, and Shen Niantang followed behind him, their shadows overlapping on the stone path. The leaves of the old scholar tree in the courtyard had turned yellow; with each gust of wind, a few would spiral down, settling silently onto the flagstones.
"I’m going to make dinner."
Chapter 128