At the airport in the suburbs.
The night was as cold as water, and the wilderness was filled with cries.
Everything in the night became so quiet that only the sound of his breathing could be heard.
Leng yunchen stood by the motorcycle with his head lowered and a mobile phone in his hand.
The light from the phone made his cold face look a little blurry.
That pair of eyes that were originally cold and sharp had also become unclear and unreadable.
However, when Leng yunchen looked up from the phone again, he looked at the night sky. There seemed to be a flash of obscure light in his eyes, so fast that people could not see it clearly. It was fleeting, but it did appear again.
He put away his phone, put on his helmet again, and left on his motorcycle. The motorcycle sped away in the cold night.
Xiao mo, you must be safe.
