London's autumn, the pattering rain, red phone booths, a gray tone that spreads the city's unique charm.
Only when the plane came to a complete stop did Shen Li open her eyes, just waking up, still somewhat bewildered: "Are we there?"
It felt like she had only slept for a short while, has it been that long already?
"Yes." Huo Siyu chuckled softly, poking Shen Li's soft little cheek, "If you're still sleepy, you can take another nap."
"I feel like I slept too long." Shen Li yawned, but she struggled to sit up, "I better get up, the more I sleep, the less energy I have."
Unconsciously, her gaze shifted towards the window, raindrops striking the glass, making the outside seem blurry. The luxurious airport seemed washed by the rain, exceptionally clean.
"It's raining..." Shen Li muttered to herself.
A peculiar feeling, already in London, about to confirm Shen Yu's life or death, yet she found herself feeling timid.
