The dryness and sunshine of Qin City are completely different from the dampness of Yun City.
After staying here for a while, Song Tan felt that all the moisture accumulated in her body was about to dry out. But ironically, Lun Chuan found the air too dry and was a bit uncomfortable.
He seemed to have trouble eating and sleeping here, even if he didn't realize it himself, his nighttime breathing was noticeably heavier.
Thus, early one morning, Song Tan leaned on the bedside and gently stroked his eyelashes as he groggily woke up. She then smiled and said:
"Pack your bags, let's go to the Imperial City!"
Lun Chuan, just waking up, listened to these words and was still a bit confused. He then instinctively reached for his phone:
"Oh, last night the housekeeping company said they had sorted out the things we sent over."
To earn this considerable service fee, the team had been packing from morning till night. It was too late in the evening for Lun Chuan to tell Song Tan.
