After all the guests had left.
Zheng Qing finally put down the flower cat in his arms, clasped his hands behind his back, and began to circle around this long-abandoned garden. The Colt Silver Python and the Order Book hung on his belt, swaying slightly, leaving shimmering halos on the leaf-covered ground. The Yellow Flowered Cat stepped on the shadows of those lights, following the young dean happily.
"—This place needs a serious makeover."
