Kapitel 585: The Price of Friendship

It was a night without any dreams. 

When Ling Ran opened his eyes, the curtains shone with yellowish-red light, which was the result of the blazing sun shining on it.

"What a sunny day." Ling Ran opened the curtains. He shielded the sunlight with one hand and looked outside. He saw a thick green pasture not far away.

In Bazhaixiang, there were only two or three streets of buildings in total, but there was a rather large square in the center. Although it was early in the morning, many people were walking their dogs, jogging, holding devil's ivy, or hugging their cats while wandering between the streets. 

Across the square was a small hill that was not too high or low, and it was separated by a street and a river. When Ling Ran stood in the hotel, he could see the pavilions and temples on the hill. The small winding roads made it clear that those paths were not easy to traverse.