It was difficult for Chen Yuan to explain everything clearly to Ke Bing.
They talked for a long time.
But it ended on a sour note.
He could only drive back quickly. The traffic was smooth all the way, and it didn't take long for him to get back to the hotel.
...
On a road near the coast, an auntie pushed a metal cart, her melodious calls echoing as she walked, capturing the attention of passersby.
Although her dialect was a bit thick and hard to understand, it was far more pleasant than a recorded loudspeaker.
The two of them strolled under towering trees. Spaced about five meters apart, the large trees stretched their branches in the wind. Behind them were low-lying flower bushes.
The most immediate thing Chen Yuan noticed after arriving in Sanya was how green everything was. As far as the eye could see, there was hardly a barren spot.
"Do you want some pineapple? I'll go buy some."
