Laughter and chatter filled the air, and after a few more hours, they finally arrived at the provincial capital.
As the car entered the urban area, the city began to bustle with life.
Vehicles were plentiful, a constant flow on the streets.
Sun Yulan gently pulled back the curtains, peering out the window and marveling at the steel jungle of the provincial capital, astonished by the towering high-rises that surrounded them.
Chu Dazhuang sat behind Sun Yulan, chuckling as he watched her astonished silhouette, his warmth tinged with a hint of guilt.
In truth, Sun Yulan should have seen these sights long ago, should have traveled to every place with Chu Dazhuang.
Yet, after so many years, this was still her first time coming here with Chu Dazhuang.
Yang Mi, too, watched as Sun Yulan looked out in amazement, softly beginning to laugh as she spoke.
Then, she took out the car phone and gently dialed the driver's cabin.
"Little Ice, Little Fire, slow down a bit."
