A few days later, the wind in the town lost its biting winter chill, carrying instead a faint, gentle warmth that blew softly in one's face, hinting at the arrival of spring.
Early spring in the Guo Family Compound seemed to arrive a bit late, quietly lingering along the base of the walls. A streak of moss, still smelling of the dead of winter, flickered in and out of view in the midday sun, drifting with the mildly warming spring breeze along the foot of the wall and covering it in a patchwork of mottled light and shadow.
There were not a single book on the desk in the room; they had all been moved to the coffee table nearby. The teapot, teacups, and tea leaves on the coffee table had vanished, having been transferred to the desk. Heima had no idea why Mr. Guo insisted on having him move things back and forth like this, finding the whole exercise completely pointless. Books belonged on the desk, while teapots, teacups, and tea leaves belonged on the coffee table. Swapping them around over and over again—what was that if not utterly redundant?
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