At sundown, when Lin Yuanshan pushed open the door with heavy steps, the last rays of the setting sun were just hidden by a dark cloud, and the courtyard suddenly dimmed.
He instinctively looked up at the sky, feeling that the weather was as gloomy as his mood at the moment.
The wind chimes at the entrance of Lin's Cloth Store hadn't rung for three days, he thought, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the ancestral jade pendant at his waist.
It was specially carved by someone his grandfather hired when Lin's Cloth Store first opened, and the words "Integrity First" had become somewhat blurred.
"Yuanshan is back!" Zhao Qiao'er's voice came from the inner room, carrying a deliberately cheerful tone.
When she lifted the beaded curtain and walked out, Lin Yuanshan couldn't help but pause.
