C317 cruise ship

The cold wind rustled, the winter wind rustled. The wind by the river caused Xie Qingrong's long hair to flutter in the wind, and her white skirt to flutter in the wind.

Xie Qingrong couldn't help but hug her somewhat shriveled arms. In her heart, she wasn't really that interested in this cruise, if it wasn't for Xuanyuan Chen's promise the other time, she would have rather slept in her room