On the way from the airport to the hotel, Qian Meng was very much awake. Not only was she awake, but she was practically clawing at the car windows, not wanting to miss one second of the breathtaking scenery around her.
"This is beautiful," she said, gazing out of the window like a bewitched woman.
"It is. There will be plenty of time for seeing the island tomorrow, in broad daylight."
"I'm enticed to just give up on going to the hotel and just sleeping on the roadside," Qian Meng breathed.
"Wait until you see the hotel," Mo Qingchen whispered conspiratorially. "Speaking of it. We are here."
Qian Meng looked at the scenery, stunned. There were huts looming over the water, the lighting underneath making everything so pretty that she couldn't breathe for a second.
