Lu Zhaoyang saw his look of concern over her and could only managed a thin smile to him. "I'm just not used to the new environment."
"Should we change to another place, then?"
"No need. Let's go to Provence and try some red wine. I'm sure it will help with my sleep!"
She replied calmly and went downstairs.
Huo Chen followed behind. He saw through her front and imagined that she must still be in the process of accepting her newfound freedom.
It did not matter to him. Time was the best medicine. She would slowly forget about her unhappy past and become the lively and sanguine Lu Zhaoyang.
The train journey to Provence took three hours.
Lu Zhaoyang rested her chin on her hand and studied the receding scenery outside. For a moment, she forgot that she had left the city.