Ye Xiong sent the text message and walked to the front desk, handing over his identity card to the receptionist and said, "Help me book a single room."
Just then, his phone dinged with a message: "My colleague isn't home, she went back to her hometown."
The hotel receptionist was about to make the reservation when Ye Xiong hurriedly said, "Hold on, give me back my identity card."
The waiter, slightly puzzled, handed the identity card back.
Ye Xiong sat on the sofa in the hotel lobby, thought for a moment, and tentatively texted: "Are you scared to be in the room alone?"
"Scared."
Ye Xiong shot up from his seat and headed for the parking shed, quickly driving out and straight to Yang Xiaoqiao's place.
It seems like a winding road with mountains doubling back and darkness obscuring the way, but then suddenly, a bright village appears. Why is tonight so complicated?
