No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 1755: Arnold Simmons Extra (121)

After breakfast, Hannah and Arnold Simmons took a taxi to the tourist spot.

Today was the first day of the short holiday, and while there were many people at the tourist spot, it wasn’t overly crowded yet. After waiting in line for half an hour at the entrance, they finally got in.

The attraction was an ancient courtyard, with glazed tiles, vermilion-painted doors, willows drooping from green branches, a perimeter of covered walkways. In the center, decorative rock formations and structures were scattered, and a pool had been excavated to channel in mountain spring water. The spring water was crystal clear, its surface dotted with floating lotus leaves beneath which koi fish swam gracefully.

The sun peeked out from behind thin clouds, spilling golden light that glittered on the shimmering pool water. The air, however, felt as if it had been flooded with heat, and only in the shadowy embrace of the tree canopies could one find a trace of coolness.

But this did nothing to dampen the enthusiasm of the tourists. Some even braved the scorching sun to take pictures with the flowers in the garden.

Each pose was different and carefully arranged, with props like scarves and flags brought into play.

Over there, an auntie called out, "Little lady, can you help auntie take a photo?"

Hannah pointed at herself. "Me?"

The auntie nodded.

Without hesitation, the little lady ran over.

Arnold Simmons could only follow behind her, holding her umbrella and carrying her bag.

They wandered around the attraction for a while, but by noon, the temperature had risen sharply. The weather that had required jackets in the morning now felt unbearably hot even in short sleeves.

And outside the tourist spot, more waves of visitors kept streaming in.

People pressed against one another, and the air was filled with stifling heat.

Turning back was obviously not an option now, so they could only keep heading further inside.

A quieter courtyard had a grove of bamboo planted, offering slight relief from the heat. Many who had arrived earlier were already here seeking respite from the sun.

Having been baked under the sun, Hannah felt dizzy and draped herself all limp and languid over Arnold Simmons. She didn’t mind the heat anymore—she simply didn’t want to take another step. Her voice was muffled, "Arnold, I want to go back."

She felt so unwell it almost made her nauseous.

She just buried her head deeper into Arnold Simmons’ chest, resembling a hamster hiding its head.

Arnold Simmons felt both sympathy and amusement. "Weren’t you saying earlier that you wanted to explore the whole place?"

Hannah tugged at the side of his shirt, her voice pitiful and muffled, as if she were about to cry, "I don’t want to anymore."

If only she had known better than to join the crowd.

A holiday outing wasn’t about appreciating the sights—it was about watching the sea of people.

She had assumed the short distance between A University and the tourist spot meant it wouldn’t be too overcrowded early in the morning, but clearly, she had been wrong.

And now, walking back under the blazing sun would only be another form of torture.

Arnold Simmons held Hannah as they settled onto a stone bench shaded by trees.

The tourists nearby mostly stopped here for brief rests before pressing onward—after all, having paid money and traveled this far, who wouldn’t want to make the trip worthwhile?

Arnold Simmons brought back a bottle of ice water for Hannah.

Hannah hugged the ice water tightly, unwilling to let go, her head foggy as she muttered occasionally, "I’m never coming back again."

"Never again?" Arnold Simmons chuckled, reaching out to gently pinch her flushed cheeks.

The little lady resembled a furry animal sprawled atop an ice block, unwilling to move. She merely lifted her eyelids to glance at him, softly snorting, "Never again."

Saying this, she dropped her head back down.

The stone table was too hard, making her feel uncomfortable as she rested against it. She shifted her head left and right, then lifted it and exhaled a long sigh.

Suddenly, a forearm appeared in her line of sight.

She looked up to see Arnold Simmons smiling at her, his voice gentle, "Didn’t you say you weren’t sleeping comfortably?"

His meaning was clear.

His arm was offered for her to use as a pillow.