Wen Wan bought a crispy pastry and an osmanthus cake at a pastry shop called "Qinxiang Garden," and wrapped them in oil paper.
The umbrella stood outside the shop, rain droplets flowed down the top, leaving a small puddle on the bluestone floor.
It was still raining outside, with a layer of water accumulating on the ground, making it wet and slippery.
She held the pastries in one hand and an umbrella in the other, walking towards a study room not far ahead.
Song Wei was still in the study room picking out ink and paper.
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Lu Yanqing had just chased away a few young men who were chattering by his ear, stood by the window looking out, suddenly a graceful figure caught his eye.
The woman wore a light green spring blouse; the fabric was not considered top-notch, but her graceful figure made up for it. Through the rain and mist, her face under the oil-paper umbrella appeared even more ethereal.
