Airport.
When Cheng Zhiwei had picked up He Ye, it was already three in the afternoon.
They hadn't seen each other for three years.
After leaving the studio three years ago to strike out on his own, He Ye had become a leading star in his own right, thanks to his unique voice and solid skills.
His latest album had surpassed ten million preorders within just three days of its online release.
Today was the day he returned to his home country, and Cheng Zhiwei had come specially to pick him up from the airport.
After three years of growth, He Ye had become more steady and mature. He was wearing a short-sleeved shirt with a vintage pattern, giving him the appearance of a graceful and elegant young nobleman, if it hadn't been for the mask.
"Senior, welcome back." Cheng Zhiwei gave him the flowers she brought, a smile lifting her face.
Cradling the flowers, He Ye's eyes crinkled with a smile, "You too, Zhiwei, welcome back."
