The Zhang Family's car had already driven very far away.
Liu Daqing turned around, surprised to see his son had already changed clothes and walked out looking neat and tidy.
She was startled, "Donglin, where are you going?"
"Mom, Xixi is definitely not dead. I'm going to find her."
"Where are you going to find her?"
"I dreamed last night that she came back... really, she's absolutely hiding in this city... I'm going to look at her place... she's definitely back and hiding there..."
"Donglin..."
Liu Daqing was too late to speak; he had already started the car and driven off.
Canadian mountain park range.
From afar, many mountain ranges rise and fall, towering into the clouds, covered in white snow, stunningly beautiful.
At this moment, Yan Xixi was pushing open the small hotel's glass window, gazing at this mountain basin-featured landscape.
The room was small, and there weren't many tourists, but it was tranquil, beautiful, and like a utopia.
