Su Wanqing breathed a long sigh of relief, her tense body finally relaxed a little, and sighed: "Thank you."
In the following period, Luo Mingxuan really followed the etiquette. Even if he showed excessive concern, he tried his best to cover it up and did not touch his body too intimately.
At the resort hot spring halfway up the mountain, they met Xiao Yan, Tang Niange, and Chu Hong. They had a meal first, and then went to the hot spring to relax.
Throughout the whole day, everyone had a happy smile on their face. Even Luo Mingxuan was no exception.
In the end, Luo Mingxuan personally drove Su Wanqing back to Su Jiuge's apartment.
The moment she got off the car, Luo Mingxuan called her, his dark blue eyes filled with unconcealable emotions, and his voice was very soft: "Wan Qing, don't forget what you promised me."
At that moment, Su Wanqing felt a little unbearable in her heart. She was deliberately deceiving, but he was full of expectations.
"Yes." She nodded, not daring to look into his eyes, and turned away, leaving only a polite word of goodbye.
After returning to the room, Su Wanqing slammed the door, threw herself on the soft bed, stretched out, and stared at the roof blankly for a long, long time.
*
Early the next morning, Su Wanqing dragged the salute prepared last night, and embarked on an international flight to Rome, Italy with Xiao Yan, Chu Zihan and his party.
The plane traveled in the air for about ten hours, and when it arrived at its destination, it was already evening. Finally, a few people stayed at the Townhouse Galleria Hotel in Milan, the most famous hotel in Italy.
Because this trip received a large amount of money from SRTWR Entertainment, the living conditions of these people are also top-notch.
Su Wanqing, Chu Zihan, and Xiao Han each share a room, while Tang Niange and Chu Hong share a standard room.
After dinner, everyone went back to their rooms to rest. Su Wanqing was not sleepy yet and felt bored staying alone in the hotel room. She picked up a travel guide on the bedside table and studied it carefully.
One thousand meters north of the Townhouse Galleria Hotel in Milan, where she lives, there are the remains of an ancient Roman building complex.
Su Wanqing got interested, changed into a simple T-shirt and jeans, hailed a taxi at the door of the hotel, and went out.
Not long after, we reached our destination.
Su Wanqing was shocked by the grand scene in front of her.
The buildings towering into the clouds seem to penetrate the sky to get a glimpse of the secrets of heaven; the majestic palace corridor stretches to the far end, and everything you see is gorgeous enamel painted window lattice and lifelike marble reliefs.
Like Rodin's hands, like Mikai's soul, like Leonardo da Vinci's aura, like Raphael's free and easy...
Su Wanqing's soul seemed to receive a call from ancient times. It turns out that this is the power of art, a kind of soul tempering that is close to the sacred.
She walked along the corridor of the ancient building complex, watching and taking photos, with a long-lost fresh smile on her face.
She forgot about time and space, and just wandered around the ancient ruins without knowing where she was.
The sky is very high and a deep blue.
Su Wanqing felt that her eyes were being greatly enjoyed. She turned around with a smile, and suddenly felt a crisp sound under her feet.
"Huh? I seem to have stepped on something under my feet?" Su Wanqing squatted down in confusion, removed her feet wearing flat sneakers, and saw several pieces of stone clothing that looked like enamel paintings.