That kiss, blurred the soul, lost the self.
…
"He was waiting for me at the airport."
After everything was packed, Wen Rou picked up her phone and glanced at it before asking Ye Feng, "Are you going to see me off?"
"Why wouldn't I go?"
Ye Feng kissed Wen Rou's makeup-free and delicate face, then he took the initiative to take her bag and massaged her to relieve the pain.
When they arrived at the airport, Wen Kang was already waiting at the entrance with his suitcase.
Seeing Ye Feng and Wen Rou coming together, he couldn't help but frown, especially when he noticed their wrinkled clothes, a hint of oddness and anger flashed in his eyes.
"Give me the stuff."
Wen Rou walked indifferently to Wen Kang, took the suitcase and plane ticket from his hands, and said, "Ye Feng is sending me off, you don't need to come in!"
"I am your father!"
Wen Kang could hardly contain his anger.
Why could Ye Feng go in, while he, her biological father, had no right to send off his daughter?
