Peace Street · Hanxiang Building
The night was deep, and thick clouds slowly gathered in the sky.
Gusts of wind swept through Peace Street, picking up speed as they grew stronger.
By the latter part of the night, the bustling marketplace gradually quieted down.
The number of pedestrians on the street began to dwindle.
A person cloaked in a black robe, made their way to the end of Peace Street.
This person walked straight toward a dark street corner and placed a jug of wine on the ground.
Soon after, a grimy hand emerged from the darkness, snatching the wine jug.
Gulping sounds followed.
The dirty hand lifted the jug and chugged the wine, as if afraid that the wine would be taken back.
After a while, the person who brought the wine spoke up, their voice low and deep, "I know you're very fond of Su Niang, and I understand all too well the pain of unrequited love."