afternoon.

After eating, Bo Huan went out alone.

She came to this land for the first time, and her mentality was completely different from that she had been to every place.

In addition to the local people, there are tourists from all over the world, sometimes in groups, sometimes in twos and threes.

Her thin figure shuttles between the colorful old city. The ground of the old city is mostly marble. When she gets out of the lane, she can see the spacious street.

Old buildings come into view.

Although very old, but there is a kind of original flavor of the old look, people feel very different.

Along the street, there are many medieval carriages, as well as old cars of various colors and styles.

Because of the reasons of the United States, people in Havana can't buy the cars, so they have to rebuild the old cars over and over again, and the equipment in them is pieced together from all countries, so they can save these old cars.

But it's also a local feature.

When Bo Huan came to the airport, he exchanged a lot of Cuban pesos at the place where he exchanged currency. The network here was bad, so he didn't want to pay online.

She did not know where to go, but at this time an old car driver came over and talked with her in English and asked her where to go.

She shook her head and left.

In many things, she prefers to be active rather than passive, which will make her feel insecure.

So she went to a medieval carriage and got on.

The carriage was slow, so she had a better view of the city.

But

Just as Bo Huan was chased by the driver of the old car and shook his head to leave, a silver car came from the spacious street here!

And there was a man sitting on the co driver of the car.

The man was dressed in a black shirt, suit and trousers. His clothes seemed to be the same as before at the party. There was no change.

He has a mixture of fine facial features, deep amber eyes, high bridge of the nose, diamond shaped lip, firm jaw.

The black hair was a little messy.

And there seems to be some faint indigo color on the eyelid, like no good rest.

But he is still tight lips, eyes focused on the front, it seems that do not want to miss anything.

The curtain of the Middle Ages just covered the complicated pattern of her carriage.

A silver car, not far from her, drove past!

And in the past moment, has been staring at the front, motionless a man, suddenly stunned, as if there is any induction, looking to the side behind.

But when he looked back, he only saw a carriage running against him in the street.

"He said

Slightly frowned under the brow, gently pursed the lip, and then took back the eyes, continue to look forward to!

And this man, no one else.

It is Arthur.

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Bo Huan leans lazily in the carriage. With the slow driving of the carriage, the sound of the horse's hooves and everything around her, it seems that she is also shuttling through this century old city.

Even for a moment, she seemed to feel like she was in the middle ages, back in time.

She carefully observes all the buildings around her. Although they are old, they can be tasted carefully www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!