The Avenue of Stars at night was very different from daytime.
The lights were enchantingly beautiful at night, and the faces of people in the street were relaxed—a contrast to their stressed faces during daytime.
The antique buildings on both sides were very low, with the tallest building about two or three stories. On the eaves of the buildings were rows of ancient lanterns with tassels, glazed windows, small bridges and green trees. Xiang Wan and Bai Muchuan walked along the street in the breezy night wind, listening to the leisure laughters coming from the nearby teahouses and taverns, their moods calm and peaceful.
Xie Wanwan appeared at this moment.
She came on from behind. She was wearing a hat and a black mask where it covered most of her face and popped out of nowhere like a ghost.
"Where are you going?"
