The two of them walked out of the hotel wearing face masks. In the early hours of a Hainan winter morning, it still felt like a northern summer.
The sky was not yet fully bright, and the streetlamps along the main road still cast a dim, yellowish glow. From the street corner came the "swish-swish" sound of a sanitation worker sweeping the pavement.
The car had not arrived yet. Wang Chuqin raised his hand to check his watch, then looked down at the girl nestled against the crook of his arm, clutching the corner of his jacket.
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