C270 A Bunch of Clowns!

At this very moment, Ms. Hu's gaze was locked onto the fourteen bold characters before her: "Fallen petals blanket the ground, spring wanes; fragrant grasses reach for the clouds as dusk deepens."

Disbelief was etched across her face.

For reasons she couldn't fathom, the couplet written in slender gold script was the most robust and expansive she had ever encountered in her life