It was a gloomy, rainy day.
There was no wind. Rainwater dripped steadily from the eaves, landing repeatedly in the depressions worn into the stone steps, silently deepening them over time. Suddenly, a pair of brand-new embroidered shoes stepped onto the stairs, and the rain falling from above was blocked by an oil-paper umbrella.
"Are you certain you want to go in?" Zhongli Ting looked down at her.
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