Standing at the door of this wealthy family, Sean Shan only needed to look up to see the vines climbing out of the wall. The vines were growing vigorously, and the fruit-like flowers were spread on the green glazed tiles. Deep purple, light purple, pink purple... countless kinds of purple were crowded together, noisy and bustling, they covered the tiles together, hung under the eaves, and even covered a corner of the red painted door.
The wind blew, and the flower swayed slightly, shaking off two or three purple petals.
Sean Shan looked at the vine for a long time, smiled slightly, then finally pulled her saddle bag and pinched the heavy brass door knocker.
"Knock, knock, knock." Three slow and crisp knocks on the door.
"Who is this?" A steady, middle-aged male voice sounded from behind the door.
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