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She silently said goodbye to City A in her heart, hoping that the next time she saw it, everything would be as before.
The airport was desolate in the early morning, with only a scattering of people seated in the waiting area. Each person, whether on their phone, reading a book, or engrossed in their own affairs, seemed detached, adding to the emptiness of the space and allowing a vast loneliness to creep in.
Fu Han followed behind Fu Xingbo and the others as they entered. She glanced around the waiting area, her eyes reflecting an even more evident solitude.
After waiting for nearly half an hour, Bai Wei put away her phone, settled beside Fu Han and asked in a low voice, "Why hasn't He Xing come yet? Does he not know when the plane takes off?"
Bai Wei had spoken so dismissively of He Xing the day before, but today, she was speaking with such caution that it made Fu Han's feelings even more complex.
