Wang Anfeng was silently mulling over his thoughts as he casually tore open the envelope's seal and placed it on the table. Inside was a thin piece of stationery, folded to half the size of the envelope.
Wang Anfeng reached out to retrieve the stationery, shook his wrist to unfold the letter.
Outside, a night watchman passed by, holding a gong in one hand and a hammer in the other. He struck with force, the sound resounding hundreds of meters away, loudly shouting:
"The weather is dry, beware of fire."
"Four quarters past the hour of You."
Wang Anfeng instinctively raised his eyes to look outside. It was already a few days past the Mid-Autumn Festival. Mid-Autumn, also known as Zhongqiu, signifies that autumn is more than half over, days are getting shorter, and night falls earlier. It was now only four quarters into the hour of You, yet it was already quite dark.
