The night in Banqiao Town was bustling and lively, with red lanterns hanging from shops on both sides, outlining the town's quaint architectural style. Numerous stalls were set up along the streets, with vendors calling out and tourists laughing, filled with the thick scent of life.
This long alley gathered life together, and when spread out, became the human world.
Passing through the bustling crowd, An Yan caught up with a figure.
Her hand had not yet touched the man's shoulder when he quickly turned around, eyeing her warily.
An Yan paused, unable to retract her hand in time, and it hung mid-air.
Their eyes met.
It was a handsome face with sword-like eyebrows, phoenix eyes, a straight nose, and thin lips; but it was not the face she longed for day and night.
A hint of disappointment was unavoidable in An Yan's eyes, as her heart sank.
