The temperature in M Country was even colder than back home. Bai Qian made Fu Han wear a cream-colored wool coat before getting off the plane, insisting rather forcefully.
Outside the airport, along the roadside, the cold wind howled. Fu Han wrapped the white wool coat tightly around her and looked around with a pair of beautiful eyes. It was her second visit here, yet she felt no familiarity with the place at all. Instead, she felt as if the pitch-black night was a monster lying in wait, ready to swallow her whole when she least expected it.
Fu Xingbo and Bai Qian shifted their gaze away from Fu Han and exchanged a look, reading deep meanings in each other's eyes. Finally, it was Fu Xingbo who spoke first, "Mr. Ji, if you don't mind, you could take our car. There's a nice resort hotel not far from our villa, a popular choice among travelers."
