C44 Gao Qiao Qiao

She bought an oil-paper umbrella and placed it on top of her head. Step by step, she walked on the limestone floor with a faint smile on her face. Her waist-length hair was hanging loosely behind her head. She was gentle and graceful, like a woman from the south of the Yangtze River.

Bao Yijin stopped the car and looked at the people not far away through the window