At 10 a.m. on a weekend, the bus from Hangzhou to Wuzhen was filled with passengers.
Among the thirty or so people of all ages, most were tourists, chattering about where to eat and what to do in Wuzhen, emanating a relaxed and joyful vibe.
However, there was one man and one woman who seemed completely out of place with this scene.
The woman looked about twenty-eight or nine, stunningly beautiful, dressed in professional attire, sitting in the first row of the bus, quietly reading a book with her gold-rimmed glasses.
The man was handsome and dashing, sitting in the corner by the window in the back of the bus, seemingly chatting on the phone with a female friend.
"Sober now?"
On the phone, Huang Tianxuan said with concern, "How are you feeling?"
"Ugh~ okay."
Li Peifeng, usually articulate with a charming voice, was now mumbling as if he had a piece of candy in his mouth: "And you? How are you?"
"I'm fine. Unlike you, I didn't drink that much."
"Hmm, that's good."
