Airport.
Pei Muchan, wearing a black mask and hat, weaved through the crowd, clad in an off-the-shoulder blouse paired with blue jeans, her collarbone exposed, looking both pure and chic.
It seemed as if someone wanted to strike up a conversation, but noticing that someone up ahead had intercepted her, they quietly looked away.
"President Pei," he waved from a distance.
Pei Muchan held her forehead, moving through the dense web of gazes with an embarrassed look and walked over. She had barely approached before the suitcase in her hand was taken.
"How was your time at home?"
"Nothing special, just barely celebrated Mid-Autumn Festival while hiding at home," she sighed, "Relations at home have become a bit tense, but nothing was said this time."
Pei Muchan walked alongside him, on the inside track, and then fell half a step behind, shrinking back. Only when most of the views were blocked did she feel at ease.
"Oh, I see," he nodded.
