Han Zheng's palm itched slightly; he wanted to reach out and pat her head but ultimately didn't act on it. He nodded, "Mm."
They checked into the hotel. Originally, Han Zheng had booked a different hotel, but after unexpectedly meeting Yan Luoxi, he canceled that reservation and chose to stay next to Yan Luoxi.
After dinner, the two strolled near the Eiffel Tower. Han Zheng walked to her left, the evening breeze gently blowing and tangling her hair. She raised her hand to tuck the stray hair behind her ear. This indeed was the city of romance, everywhere brimming with the scent of sweetness and love.
The two strolled from the head to the tail of the bridge and finally climbed the Eiffel Tower. Yan Luoxi was walking ahead when Han Zheng suddenly called her. She turned her head, and with a "click," Han Zheng took a photo, satisfactorily placing his phone in his bag.
Yan Luoxi: "…"
