Du Yulin's voice came from behind the counter, cold and detached, as if she were talking about something that had nothing to do with her.
Wang Xian froze.
She knew these people?
Chang Long looked at the woman before him, a faint chill creeping into his heart.
In this weather, he had led his brothers thirty li down the road. Every last one of them was hot as a dog, soaked through with sweat.
Yet this woman sat behind the counter without a single bead of sweat on her face.
Her head was lowered as she embroidered, her fingers as white as scallion stalks as they held that tiny embroidery needle.
One stitch!
Another stitch!
And another!
Chang Long frowned and shot the men behind him a look.
"You don't know what I came here for?"
He withdrew his gaze, leaned closer to the counter, and sneered. "I came to tell you last winter. Once spring was over and our big brother returned from Sunset City, it would be time to get things done!"
Get things done?
Wang Xian pricked up his ears, mulling it over.
Why did that sound a little off? What did he mean by "get things done"? What business was he talking about?
After thinking for a moment, Wang Xian suddenly understood a little.
The way this fellow spoke made him sound exactly like a young maiden whose heart had been stirred by spring, impatiently waiting for the day she got married.
Well, damn. Could Shopkeeper Du be that bride-to-be?
Was she sitting behind the counter embroidering her wedding dress? Had she finally waited through spring for summer to arrive, along with the good man who had come to marry her?
With his blind eyes, Wang Xian stared fixedly at Du Yulin behind the counter.
She