In late November, Nancheng rapidly cooled, the cold wind was biting, the bright crescent moon was obscured by layers of thick clouds, and a few scattered stars dotted the blue-gray night sky, giving an air of desolation.
Inside the hotel private room, Lu Shishu's eyes glanced around, with an expression that seemed a bit unbelievable and peculiar.
Sitting next to her, Nan Jiayan also had a somewhat incredulous look on his face. He cast a faint glance at Lu Shishu beside him and, upon seeing her expression, instantly calmed down with a warm smile at the corner of his mouth.
