Late at night, boarding at the airport.
Mr. Xu couldn't come to send her off personally as the boarding time clashed with his meeting.
She felt that she was almost familiar with Schreyer, and yet, did she need an escort just to board a plane? Was she really that delicate? Was she truly incapable of facing even the slightest hardship?
She didn't know, but her heart felt vaguely sour and bitter.
On the eve of Chinese New Year's Eve, she entered Beijing.
Lost in her drawing, she saw Chen Rong board the plane in a daze and placed three boxes in front of her, all wrapped in black gift packaging, unknowing of their contents.
There was no logo whatsoever.
There were no superfluous labels; not even a single normal font could be found upon opening them.
It was even the first time Chen Rong had met Schreyer; this person, no matter where he went, didn't linger in any place long enough to need to process entry.
