The following day, sunlight filtered through the window lattice into the room, and Mei Xiang slowly opened her eyes.
She hadn't really slept much throughout the night, yet she didn't feel exhausted, but rather experienced an unprecedented sense of relaxation.
She got up and picked out an autumn-winter outfit from her suitcase.
A beige woolen knitted sweater with a bit of lace around the neckline, a camel-colored corduroy A-line skirt, just knee-length.
To fend off the chill of Beijing's deep autumn, she had purposefully put on a scarf, slanted, both warm and playfully cute.
Walking out of the room, she took a deep breath of the crisp air. The courtyard had several tall trees, their leaves beginning to yellow and gently swaying in the autumn wind.
Mei Xiang passed through the arch that led to the main courtyard and immediately saw Xiao Meier busily working in the kitchen.
She hesitated for a moment, but then walked over.
"Good morning, Sister Er," Mei Xiang softly said.
