At the fifth watch, the thin mist over the Suzhou docks had not yet dissipated.
Shen Xitang stepped over the damp bluestone slabs, gazing into the distance at the familiar white walls and dark tiles. Twenty years had passed; the flying eaves of the old Shen Family estate still framed the misty rain of Jiangnan, save that the walls were now overrun with withered vines.
"Mind your step, My Lady."
Chapter 102