As the gates of Hongni Courtyard and Shuanghua Courtyard slowly creaked shut, Weimo was curled up in the small kitchen of Qinshui Pavilion, baking pastries.
Outside the diamond-patterned window, Zhao Yan leaned against the Linfeng Verandah with a wine flask in his hand, the moonlight stretching his shadow into a long, thin streak.
Weimo lifted the lid of the steamer just a crack; steam billowed out, swirling over her pale fingertips. She picked out a few lightly browned pastries, placed them on a celadon plate, and pushed the tray onto the table before the man.
Chapter 20