Sijiu City, Xinyue Hotel.
The crisp sound of heels clicking against the stone steps signaled to anyone watching from afar that the newcomer was in a rush.
Standing and waiting at the entrance of Xinyue Hotel, Yatou wore a pale pink qipao embroidered with magpies perched on plum branches. The edges of her shoes were spotlessly clean, and her expression was as solemn as an old pedantic scholar's, though it contrasted oddly with her still youthful baby face.
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