Beneath the old locust tree in the backyard of the Xuan'an Bureau, Pi Yanlin sat with one leg crossed over the other, chewing on a sugar cake while crumbs fell down his dark cotton tunic.
The tip of Gu Qinghuan's embroidered shoe suddenly stepped on his trouser hem, kicking up a breeze: "You didn't finish what you were saying at the abandoned temple last night."
He looked up and saw her brow furrowed into two small swords. The silver hairpin in her hair was baked hot by the sun, making the red mole at the corner of her eye look as though it were about to burn. "Say what?" he feigned ignorance, his fingertips quietly hooking the edge of her drooping sleeve. "About the tracking gu? About Eunuch Zhang? Or about how you ate all the fermented rice dumplings I saved last night, leaving not even a scrap at the bottom of the bowl?"
Chapter 90