The bustling and crowded city of Tokyo did not manage to leave any impression on Chen Fan's memory. The only thing he could remember was Dai Yu. She had an oval face which was not stunningly beautiful but was charming enough.
It was 6pm and the evening lights were just being lit in the city.
Standing in the hotel parking lot, Chen Fan slapped on the car door as if nothing had happened earlier. Turning to Dai Yu who was beside him, he said, "I am going back now. How about you? When are you going back to China?"
"Why should I tell you?" Learning from Chen Fan, she did not answer the question directly.
"Well, since you don't want to tell me, it's fine!" Chen Fan was speechless for a split second, but he quickly laughed it off. "Bye, then. Ask them to send you back. I no longer need the car!"
Just after he finished speaking, he grabbed his handbag—the only thing he had brought to Japan—and walked towards the road.
