As Sherry Jones absentmindedly let her mind drift into some blush-worthy scene, White Mitchell suddenly stopped.
Caught off guard, Sherry Jones rammed her head straight into White Mitchell's upright figure.
"Wha…What happened! Hav…have we reached the hotel?" blurted out Sherry Jones. No sooner had she spoken, she realized that even her ears were bright red, her face resembling a ripe apple.
Hotel?
A bewildered White Mitchell was unsure about what Sherry Jones was referring to. He had never mentioned going to a hotel.
Misunderstanding her comment, he earnestly responded, "We've arrived indeed, but it's not a hotel, it's our home!"
Having said that, White Mitchell pointed at a nearby community signed "Splendid Sayon".
Our Home?
Sherry Jones came back to her senses and looked towards the direction pointed by White Mitchell, her eyes spontaneously welled up with tears.