His Friend

He Xiyan rose early the next morning. Then, she walked over to the windows and drew the curtains. She saw that the area outside was covered in snow and it was still snowing. 

It seemed even colder than the day before.

This hotel was in a remote area the building was surrounded by several resettlement areas and a mountainous range up ahead.

Chen Jiahang had also woken up and he placed a jacket over her shoulders and wrapped her scarf around her. He was also dressed very warmly in a black winter jacket and black boots.

"Does your friend live very far from here?" He Xiyan couldn't help but ask after they left the hotel. They didn't have a car and it would be extremely hard to get a car now that it was snowing. 

Chen Jiahang didn't respond but he suddenly frowned and sorrow flashed past his eyes. Unfortunately, He Xiyan missed the fleeting glimpse of sorrow in his eyes.