It took nearly twenty minutes of walking before Lan Peizhi stopped and let Jiang Chen get in the car to take him back to the hotel.
"Miss Lan, when are you leaving the Capital City?"
"Tomorrow."
Even if her attitude could not be considered responsive to every question asked, Lan Peizhi was from being cold. She simply didn't say much, or perhaps people of her caliber were accustomed to being this way—efficient in action and concise in words.
"Miss Lan, why don't we go together? I'm also preparing to leave."
Jiang Chen suggested timely.
"I'm not going back to East Sea."
Not going back to East Sea?
Jiang Chen hesitated before tentatively asking, "Miss Lan, where are you heading next?"
He hadn't expected her to respond, but the outcome surprised Jiang Chen.
"Jinguo."
Lan Peizhi seemed somewhat distracted, as if she were preoccupied with her thoughts.
In the east, at the sight of red and wet, the flowers lie thick over Jinguo City.
