Putting away her phone, Qin Yiren eagerly caught up with Bo Jinghang.
The two of them strolled hand-in-hand down the foreign streets during the early morning, exchanging tender, knowing smiles, a handsome man paired with a beautiful woman, drawing countless gazes from tourists.
They chose a local-flavored restaurant for a meal. Qin Yiren propped her chin with one hand as she looked at the scenery outside and sipped her coffee.
In the late autumn season, the coffee here was sweet and milky, perfectly matching her taste.
Bo Jinghang sat beside her, elegantly crossing his long legs, talking to her in a clear, mellow voice about their travel plans and amusing stories, unknowingly lifting her spirits, dispelling her gloomy mood.
Breakfast was a grilled sandwich for two, filled with the area's unique meat patty, deliciously surprising.
