Yang Fei followed the winding arrows straight ahead.
After walking through the bustling street, there was indeed a small alley on Xiang Zuo's side.
In the sunny spot of the alley, there was a dog meat stall, and a girl sat beside a round table next to the stall.
On the round table in front of her, there were two hot dishes, one cold dish, and a pot of aged wine.
This girl had an exceedingly delicate appearance, her hair styled into a bun; youthful and playful, her sword-like eyebrows although inclined upwards, gave her an added touch of heroic spirit alongside her delicate features.
On her clavicle, there was a spider-shaped tattoo, contrasting against her snow-white skin, forming a strange allure.
Yang Fei watched the girl, hesitated slightly, unsure whether the note he received was written by this girl.
The bun-haired girl saw Yang Fei in an instant, her eyes brightened, and she stood up, waving at him repeatedly.
"Here, I'll treat you to a drink."
