Li Shi initially thought that Wu Yuan, who hadn't gone to bed until about five in the morning and had been drinking, should still be asleep. However, just less than fifteen minutes after he sent his message on WeChat, he received a reply.
A photo: a silver-white suitcase opened and placed on the ground, neatly packed with clothes, high heels, cosmetics, and other such items.
"I've packed everything. What's the exact address?"
Li Shi, currently eating a bowl of raw-hide rice noodles cooked by the guesthouse owner, did not pause with his chopsticks when he saw the message. He typed with his left hand: "Currently at Chicken Foot Mountain near Da Li, I will be heading to Da Li Ancient City in the evening."
Wu Yuan: "Then, I'll fly directly to Da Li. Also, I'd like you to take some more photos for me when I get there. What kind of clothes do you think I should bring?"
