"This..." Luo Qinghe coughed awkwardly, "I'm about to board a plane and leave, so I came to say goodbye to you."
"Leave? Where to?" Fu Han knew very little about Luo Qinghe, and what little she did know came from Su Cheng's brief mentions. Therefore, she truly felt Luo Qinghe's departure was very abrupt.
Luo Qinghe smiled, the bright lights above his head unable to outshine the intensity of his smile.
"I am a wanderer by nature. I had planned to leave after the photography contest. I'm preparing to visit Antarctica to see how the penguins live there."
Fu Han considered herself to be quite spontaneous over the past three years, but at this moment, she felt that her version of spontaneity was insignificant compared to Luo Qinghe's.
