I followed Sylvia to the hotel she had booked earlier.
It was an extremely ordinary hotel with very average decoration and amenities.
I didn't quite believe it was a hotel. It was more like a small guesthouse, hidden in a narrow alley.
Without calling the hotel directly, I doubt I would have even found it.
"Why are you staying at a place like this?" I gave Sylvia a puzzled look.
She looked embarrassed, but she smiled. She then patted the white bedsheet and gestured to me to sit down.
"It's just for a few days, and I just need somewhere to sleep. Why do I need to be picky? It has air conditioning and a bed, and everything else a hotel usually has, so why not?"
"Let me book you a better place. This place doesn't seem very safe. "As I spoke, I took out my phone, wanting to book another hotel for her.
The prices of the other hotels were a hundred dollars per night. I suddenly understood why Sylvia didn't want to stay in a hotel.
I had been through rough times as well. I was no stranger to this kind of hardship.
With that thought, I sighed and chose to respect her choice.
"I still have some things to handle back at work, so I'll head back first," I said, looking at her with a sigh.
"You took the train here all alone from Carzonia. The long journey must have been tiring. Get some rest."
Instead of leaving, though, I found a quiet spot nearby and called Zion.
The phone connected quickly, and I was surprised to hear his voice.
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