Night.
Hu City, hotel.
Jiang Ning leaned against the soft sofa, legs crossed, as he lifted the tall wine glass filled with a dark brown liquid, tiny bubbles rising within.
Beyond the expansive floor-to-ceiling windows, lights dazzled everywhere, illuminating the city in a spectacular and eye-catching facade.
He gently swirled the glass, then drank down the cola in one gulp.
As Xue Yuantong fussed with the luggage, she, cradling a porcelain plate, caught sight of him looking so comfortable and couldn't help but tease him,
"Look at you, having the time of your life!"
She wrapped the porcelain plate carefully, placing it atop neatly folded clothes to act as a cushion.
This was a small dish she had hand-painted with underglaze colors back in Ceramic City, the surface white as jade, bearing a vibrant, colorful bird.
This porcelain plate, a witness to her journey, was suited to be a gift for Chuchu.
