Luo Qiangwei halted her steps.
"Don't you have anything to say to me?" she asked.
"To you, huh?" She turned to look at him, her beautiful eyes slightly squinting. "Thank you for making me briefly happy... um, I'm very touched."
Mo Shiche felt slightly bewildered.
"The last time I'll call you this," Luo Qiangwei said with a smile, looking at his handsome and deep brows and eyes, "Dull Mo, goodbye."
He watched her figure descend the stairs, growing more distant with every step.
Mo Shiche suddenly was gripped by an intense feeling of utter loss and reached out subconsciously.
When he opened his palm, there was a slightly curled, tea-colored hair.
Then it was gone with the wind.
Gone forever.
...
A week later.
Airport.
