Spring Clouds

Wang Yuyan pulled two garments out by their corners. “Take a look: sky-blue gauze and brocade woven with kingfisher feathers and gold thread. What a style!” I flipped open the lid of the trunk, blew away the dust, and read aloud, “For the exclusive use of Nie Chunyun, Tianxi Theater Troupe.”

“It was Nie Chunyun!” He stood up and paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, his eyes gleaming. “Do you remember the haunting on rainy days behind the theater?”

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