The driver replied, "It's less crowded in the winter since it's too cold to swim. Usually, the tourists are here to admire the sunrise in the winter."
The coastal roads were clean and wide.
Yan Rusheng understood why tourists would flock there. He slumped back on the seat.
He didn't sleep the whole night well, and his flu began to get worse. His head felt heavy.
He massaged his forehead and temples, trying to analyze where would Xuxu be at the moment.
'In the winter, tourists could only catch the sunrise…'
He suddenly thought of something. He turned his face towards the driver. "Please turn back."
His sudden request had the driver taken aback. In doubt, the driver asked, "Why?"
"Go to the airport…" Yan Rusheng stopped mid-way and abruptly changed his mind. "No, go to the train station. Back to the train station."
The driver was now confused. "The train station earlier?"
