Grandma Liang had decided to step out that morning, leaving Chen at home with Yun Hu sprawled lazily on the floor, occasionally batting at a stray toy. The crisp air carried the scent of the approaching autumn, and Grandma Liang felt it was the perfect day to wander to the bookstore.
She strolled along familiar streets, the rhythm of her steps light and steady. At the bookstore she went to the particular side for the particular type of books then, she approached the counter with a gentle mischieving smile. "I'd like this one, please," she said, handing over a novel that had caught her eye.
The bookkeeper, a friendly middle-aged woman who had seen her many times before, giggled softly as she took the book. "Ah, this story is really interesting! I've read it, it has many plots with perfect chemistry.Make sure to enjoy it thoroughly," she said, wrapping it carefully in brown paper. "You'll be curled up with a good tea and this story in no time, I'm sure."
