The footstep sounds arriving at the staircase were steady and powerful, and the person entering had a face that drew sidelong glances. The four people at the two tables on the second floor all looked over.
Xia You alone ignored the footstep sounds, hearing a clear sound of bamboo sections striking each other in an orderly fashion. There was no bamboo outside the window, nor on the water, yet there were sounds of bamboo sections, coming through the water surface, or perhaps the air, possibly from all directions.
Someone walked up beside her and sat down.
Li Zhen seemed to have her eyes fogged by the rising smoke from the incense sticks, she rubbed her eyes and made an "Do we know each other?" expression.
At the table by the east window, Xianxian's stunningly beautiful face showed a hint of sorrow.
Lin Yi and Lu Xun each sat at a tea table, recognizing each other at first glance, but both chose silence.
