Though spring had officially begun, the winter in Huangpu Guard was proving to be exceptionally long this year.
The sky had been gloomy since morning, and by afternoon, a light rain had begun to fall.
The fine rain turned to ice upon hitting the ground, making the roads incredibly slick.
Such weather was hardly ideal for going out, but Flower Square was as bustling as ever.
The patrons cared little for the rain. To them, such weather was all the more reason to come to Flower Square, find their favorite girls, and share a few drinks.
Thus, just as dusk fell, the whole of Flower Square was already a hubbub of voices, its brilliant lanterns lighting up the night sky.
On the top floor of Jufu Pavilion.
Erya gazed down at the scene outside through the window, a hint of melancholy in her eyes.
'Brother Xiaowu has been gone for almost a month,' she thought. 'I wonder how he's doing, and if he's run into any danger.'
Just then, Wu Mengchan's voice came from behind her.
