The old town was very quiet in the afternoon, with every household shutting their doors, people huddled in their own little rooms, enjoying the rare break.
The sun poured down, making the quilt hanging in the yard warm and toasty, and it even had a unique scent—rumor had it that this was what roasting mites smelled like.
Such a day, with large temperature differences between morning and evening, was characteristic of autumn. Coupled with the dry air and a series of other reasons, it also made this season one where colds were common.
"Achoo!"
Pei Laoliu sneezed, put down his bowl and chopsticks, rubbed his nose with his hand, and muttered softly,
"Don't know who's thinking of me, surely those guys outside haven't left yet?"
