Having arrived at Lianwu Island, it was now half past eight at night.
The cabin crew, thoughtful and attentive, had prepared warm clothing for Chen Jingyuan in advance.
Liang Weining stood at the cabin door, reaching out to accept the overcoat handed to her by the flight attendant; she folded the garment neatly and placed it on the crook of her arm.
Her intuition told her that the flight attendant's kind gesture was probably in vain.
There was a very good chance that Chen Jingyuan would not wear it.
The time had come, and the cabin door slowly opened.
The cabin crew stood on either side, bowing to bid Mr. Chen a safe journey.
Cold air rushed in as the man, who was on the phone, walked out of the inner cabin. He passed by Liang Weining without pausing, his pace calm and steady as he descended the airstairs.
Just as she had expected, the overcoat had no chance to be of service.
It was indeed very cold outside.
