A faint tickling sensation came from his face, and Xia Pingzhou opened his eyes to see a ceiling that was neither familiar nor unfamiliar. This is the room of the Bergen Fjord Hotel.
At this moment, a small paper figure was walking back and forth on his face, wobbling with an amusing gait. Looking down, the little paper figure had only two tiny short legs and a pointed head.
No need to think, this is the work of Ayase Origami.
"Little cat, move." Following the soft and gentle voice was the kimono-clad girl, as always, leaning against the windowsill. In the moonlight, she was looking down at the haiku collection in her hands.
They were still in Bergen. There was a seven-hour time difference with Li Jing, so looking out the window, it was still the dead of night. The illuminated streets snaking through the mountains looked like a dragon filled with the breath of life.
