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Chapter 173 A Campfire Party

But Imogen was not proficient yet, so she fell while sliding down the snow slope and didn’t get up for a

long time.

It happened that Erik was nearby. He slid over to help Imogen.

Imogen propped herself up from the snow poles, wiped the snow particles from her eyes, and said. to

Erik, “Thank you.”

Erik smiled shyly. “You’re welcome. Imogen, can I add you on Facebook?”

Fearing that Imogen would disagree, he hurriedly explained, “I want to transfer the dry cleaning fee to

you.”

Imogen said, “Okay, TH let Charlie give it to you when I return.”

Erik smiled happily, revealing two pointed canine teeth. “Okay! Thank you, Imogen!”

At this time, the days were long, and the nights were short in Norway. It got dark at three or four in the

afternoon.

The ski resort turned on the lights early, brightening the ski resort.

They stayed at the ski resort until over five o’clock and were exhausted when they left. But they didn’t

feel tired at all in their hearts. Instead, they were thrilled.

Seeing Imogen’s tired but relaxed expression on the bus, Charlie patted her shoulder and smiled. “How

is it? Skiing feels good, right?”

Imogen nodded. “I had a great time today.”

“That’s how it should be. Don’t think about anything. Just have fun. I’m sure you’ll forget about dimwit in

a month!”

Imogen smiled.

Hearing this, Erik looked at Imogen and Charlie curiously. He guessed the dimwit Charlie was talking

about should be Imogen’s ex–boyfriend.

Charlie looked at Erik and the others and started chatting. “Erik, which university are you from!” Erik

said, “Université de Bordeaux.”

Charlie raised her eyebrows and asked in surprise, “Are you studying there or an American–French?”

“American–French,” Erik answered, “When I was twelve, my family was settled in France.”

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Because of this, he didn’t pay much attention to the domestic news. He didn’t know Imogen and Troy at

all.

“Have you got the permanent residency yet there?”

Erik shook his head. “No. We plan to return to domestic areas during Christmas this year. And we will

stay domestic if there is no accident. And we will not go there.”

“Why? Isn’t it good over there? Why do you want to go back to America?”

Erik thought for a while and said, “It’s not bad. My parents think we should return to where we were

born. It just so happened that I also graduated from university, so we went back.”

“It’s good to come back. Our country has been developing very fast recently.”

Erik asked with a smile, “Imogen, where are you from?”

Charlie glanced at Imogen with a smile. “What’s the matter? Are you going to come back to play

Chapter 173 A Campfire Party

with us?”

Erik smiled shyly and looked at Imogen but didn’t speak.

“We are from New York City. If you can come to New York City, please get in touch with me. We’ll treat

you to dinner.”

Unexpectedly, Erik’s eyes widened. He said in surprise, “Really? New York City is also my hometown!”

“Really? What a coincidence!” Charlie, Imogen, and Alex looked at each other in surprise. “Really! Our

family used to live on the side of the old town. I didn’t know how there is now.”

“A lot of places over there have been demolished.”

Erik smiled. “Unfortunately, my family sold the house when we went abroad. By the way, Charlie,

please give Imogen’s Facebook number to me.”

Charlie raised her eyebrows and looked at Imogen.

Imogen nodded slightly.

Erik also said, “Imogen agreed.”

Charlie

gave Imogen’s Facebook number to Erik.

Erik added it immediately.

Imogen immediately agreed.

Erik smiled at Imogen and sent a cat head emoji on Facebook, which was very cute. Imogen smiled at

him but didn’t reply.

The rooms of Erik and his friends were not on the same floor as Imogen and her friends.

Only Imogen, Charlie, and Alex left inside after Erik and his friends got out of the lift. Charlie looked at

Imogen teasingly and smiled. “Why did you suddenly agree to add him on Facebook?”

“He helped me while skiing and asked me to add him again, so I couldn’t refuse.”

“I think it’s pretty good. But I didn’t expect that his home also happened to be in New York City. Maybe

you two can get into a relationship later.”

Imogen said, “Well, let’s talk about it later.”

She didn’t have any feelings for Erik.

Charlie slumped on the bed back in the suite, not wanting to move.

The three rested in the room for half an hour before going to the dining room for dinner. After dinner,

the three went to the lukewarm pool on the top floor.

The exhausted body was surrounded by the warm and smooth water, making people feel refreshed as

if all the pores had been opened and the exhaustion had disappeared.

The hot pool was outdoors, with gusts of cold wind. Imogen couldn’t help but bury herself except for her

head in the water, enjoying the beautiful view of the harbor leisurely.

After soaking in the lukewarm pool, they went to the sauna again. They met some foreign friends,

chatted happily, and talked about many topics.

After finishing the sauna, Charlie returned to her room, lay on the bed, and beautified her pictures.

While beautifying the pictures, she asked, “By the way, I need your opinions on something.”

“Say.” Imogen was applying a mask, saying only a word.

“Shall we rent a car to chase the aurora tomorrow or join a small tour group?”

“Didn’t we plan self–driving?” Alex suddenly thought of another question. “If we drive by ourselves, can

we catch the aurora? I’m afraid we don’t understand and miss it.”

“I’m struggling with this problem. I originally planned to drive by ourselves. But I looked at the weather

when I was soaking in the pool just now. It’s cloudy these days, and the clouds are relatively thick. The

forecast software also said that the probability of seeing an aurora is low. So why don’t we join a small

tour group? The tour guide has worked here for many years and has more experience than us.”

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Charlie continued, “And just now, someone privately advertised me a small tour group. It’s fascinating.

The price is not high. It is equipped with clothes, shoes, and blankets. There is a lot of food in the car.

Some photographers take pictures for free. It has a campfire party. The most important thing is for the

tour group to ensure its members see the aurora. If we can’t see it, we can continue to join the tour

group for free the day after tomorrow.”

It was good to ensure its members saw the aurora.

And the bonfire party under the aurora was also excellent.

People from all over the world would gather together under the aurora, sitting by the fire, drinking, and

chatting.

Just like when they were in the sauna just now, people from different countries sat together peacefully

and communicated freely. That feeling was yearning for them.

“Then how about we join a small tour group tomorrow and drive by ourselves for the next few days,”

Imogen said.

“Okay,” Alex said.

“Then I’ll sign up!”

Charlie signed up after adding the Facebook account of the person in charge.

The tour guide was from New York and let them wait in the hotel lobby at 5 p.m. tomorrow. A bus would

come to pick them. up.

It was only dawn at nine o’clock. After breakfast, they wandered around the city, found a restaurant for

dinner, and finally returned to the hotel to wait for the group’s bus.

At five o’clock, the tour guide sent Charlie a message, saying they would arrive at the hotel in five

minutes. The tour told them to watch the time, come out, and wait there on time.

Imogen and her friends were ready, so they went downstairs and waited at the hotel’s entrance.

As soon as they stepped out of the hotel gate, the icy chill came from all directions.

Imogen wore a thick cotton coat, cotton boots, cotton gloves, and ear warmers on her ears, but she still

felt a little cold.

The sky had already darkened at this time, but it was different from New York City at night. The sky in

Tromso this time was dark blue, full of stars, but the surroundings were very bright.

The street lights on both sides of the street were on. The hotels and residential buildings were all lit up.

Two cars were parked on the opposite side of the road, and cars roared past the road occasionally.