Several hours later.
America, Los Angeles.
Tang Yuran sat in the passenger seat of the car, rolled down the window, and looked at the scenery outside.
Blue skies, white clouds, the wide avenues, and the tall green plants lining the roads.
Taking a deep breath, Tang Yuran exclaimed happily, "Wow, we're finally in Los Angeles!"
Gu Yu, who was driving, turned his head to look at her and said with a sense of helplessness, "Can you roll up the window? It's so cold."
"Oh come on, young man, how can you be so afraid of the cold?" Tang Yuran grinned at Gu Yu and then obediently rolled up the window, saying, "You should have put on your coat when we left the airport, as I told you. Now, see what happens? You're cold the minute the window opens."