In the backyard, Song Yixiao wore a homely red short jacket and white skirt, with a light yellow shawl half-drooping. She leaned lazily on the head of the bed. Her hair was loosely tied up in a side bun and the jade hairpin bought from the store near Taoli Restaurant was oblique in the bun.

The hairpin head made of silver wires reflected bright light in a sunset cast through the west window, which was so shining that Jinxun couldn’t open her eyes wide. Therefore, she had to ...