Friday.
The weather was clear in the independent continent.
Qiao Nian woke up early in the morning. After washing up, she opened the closet, randomly picked two pieces, and put them in her backpack.
Then, she went to the table and grabbed her laptop, cell phone charger, and a small pill bottle.
She put everything she needed into her bag, then zipped up, put on her baseball cap, and went downstairs.
"Ready?"
Ye Wangchuan was already waiting for her downstairs.
He was dressed especially refreshingly today in a blue striped shirt over a white T-shirt. His collar was slightly open, and the light brown prayer beads on his wrist were especially eye-catching.
Like Qiao Nian, he had almost no luggage. His hands were empty, and he was only holding his cell phone.
