Xia Yangyang gazed out the window at the scenery.
She felt as if everything remained as it was yesterday.
Her heart suddenly felt a sense of bewilderment.
At that moment, the taxi driver suddenly exclaimed, "Look at that madman behind us—barefoot in the dead of winter. Is he filming a scene or trying to build his physique?"
Xia Yangyang found it very strange.
She glimpsed a figure in the rearview mirror, albeit indistinctly.
The person behind was sprinting down the road.
Indeed, he had no shoes on.
Xia Yangyang found it very strange.
She couldn't see the person's face clearly.
Xia Yangyang remarked, "It looks like he's chasing after someone."
The old driver laughed heartily, "Young lady, you've watched too many TV dramas. These days, who chases after someone barefoot unless they're a madman?"
The old driver jestingly spoke, but Xia Yangyang felt inexplicably uncomfortable.
However, Xia Yangyang didn't say anything more.
Xia Yangyang soon arrived at the Boya Hotel.
