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Mo Shiqian's gaze remained calm and steady, his dark eyes devoid of any fluctuations, as the car's speed remained unchanged.
He did not react, and Xia Tangtang therefore said no more. She was never one of many words to begin with. Bowing her head, her soft fingers gently stroked Little Mangguo's fine hair, her face spreading with a smile, but this smile was always tinged with an inescapable melancholy.
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The airport.
People coming and going, brushing past each other, each with their own destination.
Chi Huan had chased all the way to the airport, but whether she could find them in this vast airport was uncertain, and they might have already passed through security to the boarding gates.
She had no choice, frantic and disheveled, she checked her phone for the flight to Paris at nine o'clock that day. Fortunately, international flights are usually spaced at lengthy intervals, and there was only one flight from Lancheng to Paris around nine o'clock.
