C455 Don't Provoke Me

Faang Xinyi already had feelings for Bei City.

She liked the atmosphere.

Every morning, the scent of steamed bun and youtiao wafted through the streets, a smell not to be found in England.

And Britain was very cold, much colder than Bei City. That cold was the kind that pierced the bone marrow.

Faang Xinyi couldn't bear to part with the city.

She took a taxi back to her rented apartment