Night Wanderer

Chapter 9 Her hands were slender and strong; His hands were wide and warm

Have you read it?

Sheng Qingrang's face was in the shadows, only one eye was facing the afterglow of the setting sun shining into the car, covering his fine eyelashes with a layer of light.

"It doesn't matter. Whether I have read it or not, it is tomorrow that I can't avoid."

His voice has always been calm or not urgent, but today, in this safe place, he hid sporadic helplessness.

It is the fact that he cannot avoid or escape, and it belongs to his destiny. This is completely different from Zong Ying who can evacuate completely after leaving tonight. Even if he has come into contact with another world, at dawn, he will still be dragged back here, he had his own course.

No matter how long the summer sky is, it will eventually usher in the dark night.

The restaurant of the Licha Hotel was almost full of guests. Outside the window was the Waibaidu Bridge, which was hidden in the darkness. The Broadway Building stood silently on the west side, and there were consulates of various countries on the opposite side.

If she remembers correctly, after more than ten days, this place will no longer be a paradise. The Japanese occupied the Broadway building, the foreigners shunned the concession, and the Licha Hotel will be difficult to operate due to the sudden reduction of customers.

It was almost ten o'clock, and the sound of music from the dance hall could be vaguely heard.

Sheng Qingrang look down at his watch, and Zong Ying said, "We should prepare to go."

"Where to wait?" Zong Ying asked.

"Where there are few people." So as not to scare irrelevant passers-by.

"It's fine here." Zong Ying got up and pushed the chair in. "The building of Licha Hotel was still in use in my time, but it was renamed to Pujiang Hotel." She raised her eyes and said, "Come with me.."

Zong Ying strolls around very carefully during the day. There is a curved aisle on the first floor that is not very spacious. In modern times, it is used as a corridor for historical exhibits. It is very deserted, and the probability of encountering people is very low.

With about five minutes left, they were standing in a relatively enclosed aisle, background singing loomed in their ears.

Zong Ying's back was against the wall, Sheng Qingrang was standing opposite her, both of them didn't know what to talk about, time passed very slowly.

When a song outside finally finished singing, Zong Ying extended her hand to him.

Her hands were long, slender, and strong; His hands are thick, wide, and warm.

The clasped hands are like the keys to open another door.

At ten o'clock sharp, hotel staff dressed in modern clothes walked past them, and there are several exhibition frames - black-and-white photos and dense words - all about the past.

They were back, Zong Ying's tensed shoulders that were pressed against the wall loosened.

Instead of letting go, she took Sheng Qingrang's hand and led him out of the corridor to the front desk of the hotel.

"Is there any room available?", "Yes.", "Give me a room please.", "There is only celebrity suites left, is that okay?", "Yes."

Sheng Qingrang stand aside and saw her side face.

When she is not speaking, her lips are always tightly closed, and the profile of her face has a neat and clear beauty.

Suddenly she said to the front desk: "Please try to arrange a non-smoking floor." The front desk replied: "Okay."