The hotel faced the street, with rainy lanes on one side and a wet square on the other. The square was surrounded by gray churches and bell towers. In the distance, was the muddy Arno River and an ancient bridge on the top, in the rain shower.
Lin Qian had never been to Florence before, but she had heard of it for years. Now that the battle was on the way, the two of them fled to the small town at the end of the world, as if they were isolated from the rest of the world, feeling calm and peaceful.
She sat on the bed in the hotel room and sorted the clothes in the suitcase. Li Zhicheng sat on the edge, watching.
Everything was packed by him, in Lin City. She soon discovered something wrong.
She picked up a stack of skirts from the box and showed them to him, "Why did you only pack the skirts?"
Li Zhicheng glanced at the stack of skirts and lifted his eyes to look at her. He faintly answered, "Because your legs are beautiful."
