The plane had not taken off yet. Chu Xia opened the window panel and looked out at the wide tarmac. Her eyes could not help but start to search for other planes in the airport, but she was still naively hoping that perhaps he was sitting on one of the planes she could see.
Perhaps, they could still look at each other from a distance.
However, all of this was just her hope!
Reality was often cruel.
In the end, when the plane took off, she did not see him again.
The plane took off, and the city below was covered in fog. It was gray, and in her eyes that were stained with water vapor, it became smaller and smaller, smaller and smaller until it finally disappeared.
She took a deep breath, trying to hold back the tears of farewell.
She did not know when they would meet again, Yingluo.
It should be a hundred days later!
