In the alleys of the old city, the morning light seemed to be mixed with water, lazily shining on the bluestone road, and even the wind was a little slow. The wooden door of Wangyou Antique Shop was pushed open with a creak, and Tong Tianai came out with an enamel basin with a piece of soft cloth soaked in it and a feather duster in her hand. Her hair was softly stuck to her forehead, and her face looked a little dazed as if she had just left school. She looked like a student who had just left school, without any aggression at all.
