Deep within Mayun Street’s Mata Lane stood a three-courtyard residence.
Guo Xi’s wound, freshly dressed with herbal salve, throbbed with a dull ache. Finding the room too stifling, he stepped out into the inner courtyard to escape the heat under the shade of a locust tree. He sat in a rocking chair, swaying gently, his eyelids half-closed and his gaze unfocused, as if lost in deep thought. The servants, not daring to disturb him, had all withdrawn from the courtyard.
Just then, footsteps echoed from the direction of the veranda. Guo Xi did not open his eyes, yet he recognized the gait of Duan Chao.
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