At this moment, He Zhilan's eyes slightly moved. From a state of confusion, unfocused, they slowly gathered onto He Teng's face.
She shook her head, "Not that tired. Didn't I spend the whole train ride leaning on you? Staying in the hotel all day would be so boring anyway. Since we're here, we should go out and explore the cultural sights, taste the local specialties; that's the only way this trip won't feel wasted, right?"
He Zhilan knew that He Teng was worried about her, afraid that her mood might be affected by what happened last night.
Seeing that He Zhilan showed no signs of forcing herself, He Teng finally said nothing. He got up and pulled He Zhilan up with him.
After freshening up, the two left the hotel. It was already past eight in the morning. The city wasn't large and was very quiet. The morning city felt like a girl who had just woken up, a little moody, sprinkling drizzle that added a touch of coolness to the weather.
