Coming out of a large bank, Zhou Jiao nodded slightly to a petite girl in the coffee shop opposite, then took a roundabout route, removed her disguise, and came back to the coffee shop within five minutes.
Walking briskly in the country known as the Peace Capital, no amount of chocolate or condensed milk cheese could stir any longing in Zhou Jiao.
... She missed home.
She missed the three important men in her life, missed all her family and friends, missed her familiar homeland. Whenever she saw black-haired, yellow-skinned pedestrians on the street, she wanted to give them a hug.
It was already the hot summer season, having left in May, missing a father and daughter's birthday. She wondered if her dad ate more of the noodles she had left.
"Here..." Hu Xiaohui's eyes lit up as she saw Zhou Jiao enter from under the cover of an umbrella next to a small round table. Looking closely at Zhou Jiao's smile, she knew she had succeeded.
