Qiao Ruoxin watched them sitting there, their auras seeming quite compatible.
Her heart felt as if it had fallen into an abyss.
She slowly turned around, not wanting to see the scene inside the café any longer.
Her tears streamed down uncontrollably, and her chest felt as if it were crushed by a thousand-pound stone, making it hard to breathe.
In the bustling airport, everyone looked blurry through her tear-filled eyes.
Suddenly—
Qiao Ruoxin accidentally bumped into someone and instinctively said, "I'm sorry…"
The moment she looked up, she froze in place.
Right then, Mo Chen was standing in front of her, fury written all over his face, his eyes conveying a murderous intent, as if he wanted to execute her on the spot.
"Qiao Ruoxin! Do you think you can escape this way?"
She threw herself into the man's arms, causing him to stagger a step backward.
Mo Chen looked down at her, but because she was wearing a cap, a mask, and sunglasses, he couldn't see her expression clearly.
