High-pitched as the woman's voice was, she was strange to all the people. Her thin voice was mean. The next moment, a brisk woman in a red short jacket and trousers appeared at the entrance of East Garden. She had a pointed chin and a small face. She looked unruly and stubborn with the end of her eyebrows slightly up. There were silks tied to her wrists in the same color as her clothes, holding her slightly-open sleeves tightly to make it convenient for her to move. She was holding a soft ...