C122 Pleas for the Linden

Bai Ruotong didn't refuse, but neither did she answer. She merely slowed her pace and let the soldiers hold up the umbrella for her.

The heavy rain gradually lessened as the clouds cleared and the sun rose.

The house was on the mountainside, an earthen garden with a fence, and the door was made of directly cut wood woven from twine.

The soldier's eyes wandered around