There's still more than a week to go before the Spring Festival, and the feeling of holiday is becoming more vivid on the streets.
The biting cold wind, flurries of snow sweeping down, is altogether distinct from the dry chill of Beijing. Harbin's cold carries a damp, bone-penetrating sensation.
Just arriving at the hotel entrance, Liu Zhiya shivered from the freeze, tightly wrapping herself in her down jacket.
However, she did unlock many of her first experiences in life.
First time entering the airport VIP lounge, first time sitting in business class, and first time staying in the same hotel with Chen Cheng and a woman other than her own sister.
Tong Jialu brought three large and small suitcases, and the doorman helped to take them from her. Seeing this, the lightly-packed Chen Cheng said, "Did you really bring so much?"
Tong Jialu smiled brightly and said, "Oh, they're all necessary things~"
"Brother Cheng," Liu Zhiya came over, dragging a carry-on suitcase.
