Winter in the north is desolate and grim. Even when the sun shines brightly, pedestrians bundled in thick winter clothes are reluctant to linger on the streets.
Winter on Qiong Island, however, is warm and pleasant, with shady green trees and a riot of colorful flowers.
Walking down the road, Ni Bingyan's gaze couldn't help but drift up toward the tall trees and into the dense greenbelts. The occasional seabird flying past with its melodious cry was especially delightful.
The sun was bright again today, a cool sea breeze brushing against her face. From behind the graceful coconut grove, the faint sound of waves crashing on the shore could be heard.
But Ni Bingyan's wonderful morning mood vanished the moment she heard the scenic area staff's demands for the photoshoot.
