At the airport.
The drizzling rain was like the sad tears of a couple who had just broken up. It drifted down with the wind.
Huo ting appeared on the top of the plane's landing gear. He was wearing a pure black suit with a small white flower on his chest. His face was solemn, and his thoughts could not be seen clearly.
He was carrying a child in his right hand, wearing the same black suit as him, and his chubby little face was full of smiles. He was holding a small plane in his hands and playing with it happily.
He held a black umbrella in his left hand. When he raised it, he shook it slightly. The black umbrella was like a Peacock spreading its tail, and his thin figure instantly became plump.
Huo ting turned around and whispered to her before he got off the plane with the child.
