At this moment, on the street, there was a classic scene of someone snatching a lady.
This caused Lu Yuan, who was having a hangover, to instantly sober up. He frowned slightly.
The situation looked very familiar.
However, for some reason, Lu Yuan felt somewhat displeased when he saw this kind of plot that would only appear in novels.
On the street, a fair-skinned woman wearing a white bamboo hat was half-kneeling on the ground and crying.
Although the woman was dressed in a plain white mourning dress, her enchanting figure and weak posture were still very well displayed.
The white veil on the woman's head parted with the wind, allowing others to vaguely see the woman's fair neck and delicate face.
Without a doubt, this was a woman with an outstanding appearance.
Even the twin courtesans whom Lu Yuan had had fun with last night were inferior to the woman in front of him now.