The next day.
At half-past nine in the morning, Ye Xingbei met Qiao Yi at the Crescent Moon.
Gu Junzhu was right, Qiao was a great beauty.
With her exquisite melon-like face, willow-leaf-shaped eyebrows, eyes shining like crystal-clear stars, skin as smooth as jade, features like those in a painting, charming and youthful demeanor, she resembled an elegant lady in a classical painting.
After seeing Qiao Yi, Ye Xingbei thought that Zhang Heyuan must be either blind or mentally challenged.
How could he bear to mistreat such a woman of extraordinary beauty? His mind must be either water-logged or it must have been kicked by a donkey.
As Qiao Yi entered Crescent Moon and saw Ye Xingbei waving at her, she walked over and asked tentatively: "Auntie?"
Ye Xingbei's face twisted, but she could only nod: "My name is Ye Xingbei, you may call me Asterism."