The bluestone road in front of Yongle Gate was soaked with light by the continuous spring rain. Lu Qinghan hugged the file wrapped in oil paper tightly in his arms, carefully avoiding the water, but his feet still slipped——
A strong hand caught her elbow in time.
"Be careful." The voice was clear and casual.
Lu Qinghan raised his eyes and saw a woman wearing a dark blue arrow-sleeved robe. Her hair was tied up in a high bun and her features were heroic.
Rain dripped down the edge of her bamboo hat, causing small ripples in the puddle between the two of them.
That was the first time Lu Qinghan met Lin Jianyue.
Later, she often thought, if it had been sunny that day and if she had not stumbled, would they have been like countless women who were officials in the same dynasty but did not know each other, and would always be parallel to each other inside and outside the palace wall?
It's a pity that fate, like this spring rain, never makes sense.
Mutual attack
Intention: Be brave and pursue what you want.