Li Xiaoyao stood outside the airport, looking up at an airplane flying north.
Lan Cai had left.
Li Xiaoyao exhaled softly, he still had many affairs to handle.
In the past few days, to accompany Lan Cai, he had already postponed many matters.
Now, he needed to speed up.
Zhuo Yi's call came through again, Li Xiaoyao turned on the speakerphone and asked while driving, "What's up?"
"Where are you?" Zhuo Yi's voice sounded strange, very nasal, as if she had just cried.
"Just returning from the airport."
Zhuo Yi said pitifully, "Can you come over to my place? I want to see you."
Li Xiaoyao frowned and replied, "I still have things to do, can't make it."
"Oh." Zhuo Yi's voice was thick with disappointment.
Li Xiaoyao reached out to hang up, his finger almost touching the screen, when he suddenly stopped and said, "This is just the beginning, if you can't bear the loneliness, let me know at any time."
After that, Li Xiaoyao hung up the phone.
