A Young Woman
The streets of Jiangnan were always very lively.
In the street, there were countless passers-by.
Some people, in groups of two, walked and discussed fiercely with innocent smiles on their faces.
Some people seemed to be very lonely, but when they walked, they constantly looked at the surrounding scenery and felt the lively atmosphere here, and they seemed to be at ease.
"Sir, have we met somewhere?"
Ye Bei stopped. After hearing this voice, he felt quite familiar but it seemed strange.
Ye Bei turned his head slightly and looked at the person who was talking.
The owner of the voice was a young woman.
The woman was not very old. Her hair was tied into a ponytail.
There was a light makeup on her face, her skin was fair and it seemed that a light touch was enough to leave a bruise on it.
She was wearing a white sweatshirt.