Lu Jiang hit the road in the wee hours. Feng Qingxue had Xibao left in the care of Father Lu, while she escorted Lu Jiang herself to the railway station.
The two of them were pushing a bike laden with luggage, walking side by side.
Upon reaching the train station, with his referral letter and documents, they bought a ticket. It was almost time for boarding.
Surrounded by passengers coming and going, they looked at each other. Thousands of words were not enough to express the sorrow of parting.
Under the public gaze, the two lovers could not exhibit any affection, only expressing their love through their eyes. The feelings were deep and tender.
The cold wind could not disperse the warmth in their hearts.
