The one-kilometer journey took Bo Yan half an hour, three times slower than average walking speed. Since he was carrying Xia Siyu, a considerable weight, the rest of the directorial team found nothing unusual about his pace and even praised his hard work.
Back at the hotel, they finally had separate rooms to sleep in. Bo Yan carried her to her room, set her down on the edge of the bed. He took off her shoes, covered her with a blanket, and even made sure to turn off the microphone and camera.
Having arranged everything, he closed the door behind him as he left, but not before looking back at her one last time.
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Xia Siyu indeed slept peacefully.
Perhaps knowing that she was back in Taormina, she relaxed completely. Although she couldn't visit the Chinese District, she could still glimpse her former home from the mountaintop. The air smelled of old days; the buildings were strange yet familiar, as if she had suddenly returned to the past.
