When the morning mist had not yet dispersed, the bluestone slabs in the back alley of the Xuan'an Bureau were still damp with night dew.
Pi Yanlin squatted at the base of a wall, gnawing on a cold sesame flatbread. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Gu Qinghuan, wrapped in an indigo coarse-cloth skirt, swaying over from the end of the alley with a bamboo basket in hand.
The steamed buns in the bamboo basket were steaming, forming a warm, yellowish cluster at her waist, making her look precisely like a maidservant delivering meals to the daoist priests guarding the shrine.
Chapter 88