C177 An Inharmonious Banquet
Autumn arrived quietly, its subtle entrance unnoticed by the busy populace preoccupied with the lingering heat.
A carpet of rustling leaves and the cycle of blooming and wilting flowers lent a melancholic beauty to the season.
Ye Xiaofeng had the feeling that autumn had crept up on him before he had the chance to accomplish anything significant.
As the night deepened into darkness