The two of them spoke a little here and there, and as they chatted, the plane soon landed in F City. After they disembarked, Mo Han took the bag off Xia Qingyi's back and carried it himself.
F City was not very big, and was a small harbor that was wet all year round. The air was very clean, bringing along a sea breeze with a mild salty taste. It was a little cooler here compared to other places in China. The breeze caressed their faces and was a little tingly, making every single cell of their bodies feel as though they were stretching. Xia Qingyi could not help but take a deep breath.
It was already nine P.M. at night. The two of them stood at the airport exit, and Mo Han asked, "How do we go to the hotel?"
Xia Qingyi answered, "I don't know."
"You didn't look at it in advance?"
"I only booked it online, paid the fees, and only remembered the name."
