After the flower cart passed, Ren Hui tiptoed and looked for a long time but couldn't see his figure. She secretly stomped her foot in annoyance, but had to lower her head and walk away, at least walking to a familiar place.
When the second watch of the Xushi hour sounded, the sachet in her sleeve was already soaked with sweat. Under the lights in the eastern market, girls of the same age were laughing and throwing sachets on the bridge. Ren Hui looked below the bridge, seeing a group of men looking expectantly, but his face wasn't among them.
Ren Hui didn't know how long she had walked, nor did she know where she had gone.
"Would the little lady like to buy a piece of jade?"
Suddenly, a shout reached her ears. She turned her head to see a peddler with a stall selling jade, uncovering a bamboo basket with warm yellow lights floating over green colors.
