The hotel in the town was small but well kept.
Yan Rusheng dragged his luggage into the room. It was the hotel that Xuxu first stayed at and also the room that she had stayed before.
The hotel concierge said that a guest had already made an online booking and insisted on having the room when he arrived in the morning. The room had a balcony that overlooked the landscape of the town.
Yan Rusheng had compensated the customer ten times the cost before he agreed to forfeit the booking and transferred it to him.
There was a swing chair hanging at the balcony, and it faced the streets. A small wooden table rested on the side along with two porcelain coffee cups atop it.
Yan Rusheng put down his luggage and walked over to the balcony. As he stretched his hand out to lightly push the swing, a gentle and affectionate smile subconsciously spread across his face.
