The morning dew was still clinging to the plantain leaves by the Mao hour as I crouched behind the rockery in the Imperial Garden. My phone showed 12% battery remaining. I closed the playback interface for "Por Una Cuesta," and the distant jingle of jade pendants drifted on the air.
Zhou Ehuang was wearing a madder-red gauze dress today, looking like mist condensed from the morning glow. The way she glanced left and right reminded me of my first girlfriend back in college when we used to sneak over the wall for a date.
"Her Ladyship is as good as her word, after all." I popped out from behind the rockery, and she jumped back two steps, her embroidered shoe sinking into the mud.
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