The bluestone roads in Suzhou City were soaked and shiny by the continuous drizzle. The sound of awning boats swaying and rowing drifted across the Qinhuai River, and the splashing water wet the weeping willows on the bank. Su Muqing was holding an oil-paper umbrella and was standing behind the counter of Hanmo Studio sorting out newly arrived ancient books. The hem of her light blue cheongsam was stained with some mud, but it did not diminish her elegant temperament at all.
"Miss Mu Qing, are the annotations in the "Selected Works of Zhaoming" really written by a great scholar from the Qing Dynasty?" A regular customer wearing a melon-skin hat held the scroll with doubts in his eyes.
