C312 Could It be That the Heavens Want Me Dead?

After a muddleheaded night's sleep, Xiang Nuan carried her camera and set off in high spirits the next day. She bathed in the blue sky and white clouds. Then, in the evening, she took a bus to another city.

On the way, Xiang Nuan wanted to turn on her phone several times but she held it in in in the end. She could control her hands, but she could not control her brain. Along the way