Jing Haohao was charging her phone while calling Liang Chen.
Time quietly slipped away within her grasp.
As Jing Haohao noticed the crowd dwindling in the airport, and even the taxis outside becoming scarce, she felt a growing unease deep inside her.
...
Liang Chen had been standing by the window for a full eight hours, unresponsive.
His mind was blank, devoid of any thought.
He watched as the day outside the window turned into night, as Christmas Eve lights meticulously prepared by everyone brightened up the city, but he remained static, immobile.
It was only when the sounds of fireworks exploding in the sky reached him that Liang Chen was abruptly brought back to reality, only to realize how dark it had already become.
As his consciousness slowly returned, he instinctively turned to look at the time. It was already half past ten at night. Why hadn't Jing Haohao come home yet?
