The old man and the child (1)

"It seems I came at just the right time."

A soul-soothing voice sounded as the figure went around the corner. Yang Qing had already poured a cup of the heart-cleansing jasmine into another cup by the time the figure completed the turn.

"It seems like you did, Jinjing," Yang Qing lightly said as he smiled at the short-haired, a bit plain-faced lady with one of the deepest mesmerizing eyes.

Su Jinjing responded to the greeting with a smile of her own, only hers seemed louder, excitable even. Yang Qing could understand why as his gaze fell on the spear she was holding lovingly in her hands. It still had the same unassuming appearance as ever which was an overstatement of the fact. It looked like the work of an amateur blacksmith who just banged on iron trying to create the general shape and size of a spear. It was uneven all around with lumps all over.