Qin Qing led us through a bamboo grove, her red skirt fluttering in the wind like a blooming mandala.
"There's a cave ahead where we can hide from the pursuers for a while," she said, looking back with a smile, though her eyes were unfocused.
I always felt this woman wasn't simple, but Qingqing seemed to trust her somewhat—after all, they were both people of the pugilistic world and shared some acquaintance.
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