The sound of rickshaw bells pierced the morning fog, and Ruan Jingshu tightened the blue cloth bundle into her arms. Raindrops from last night were still hanging on the sycamore leaves on both sides of Xiafei Road, splashing dark traces on the hem of her moon-white cheongsam.
"Miss, the big world has arrived." The coachman wiped his sweat and glanced at her plain face.
