Finally, An Ying hid next to a small pavilion beside the square. Inside the pavilion were some shops, and there weren't many passersby.
An Ying stood in the corner, just able to see the entrance of "Across a Stream of Fragrance".
She shrank into the corner. Occasionally, a breeze brushed past. Even though the weather wasn't exactly cold, she still shivered, her arms feeling icy.
At the entrance of "Across a Stream of Fragrance", there was a large parking lot. The people getting out of cars were either rich or noble, always accompanied by attendants.
Lunchtime had already passed, and people trickled out one after another.
For some reason, An Ying felt her heart pounding fiercely. She raised her hand to her chest, and when she looked up again, she saw a tall figure emerging from the distant doorway.
The man's build was straight and well-proportioned, his upright features exuding an undeniable sense of righteousness.
