"But really, I hope we get along," Jing Shu mused. "If we don't get along on this journey... well, we can always part ways."
Just as she was thinking this, she heard someone boarding the vehicle. Jing Shu quickly put away her phone and sat back properly on the bed. Fat Chicken neatly arranged its shoes under the bed and snuggled quietly beside her. It had just surveyed its master's territory for threats. Though small, the space would have to do—one couldn't be too picky when traveling. There was no help for it; whatever its master didn't fret about, it had to.
Jing Shu watched as the young man walking ahead took off his muddy shoe covers. He revealed white clothes tailor-made for him, a white cloak, and a warm mink wrap. He casually held a hot hand warmer and yawned lazily. His eyes lit up upon seeing Jing Shu, and he even waved at her. As beautiful as if he'd stepped right out of a painting...
Jing Shu waved back in greeting; the man seemed to recognize her.
