It took about an hour and a half to get from the bus station to the airport, and just as Xiaofeng was starting to feel drowsy again, the driver announced their arrival.
"How much?"
"120 yuan."
Xiaofeng was surprised by the high fare, but then she heard the driver say, "The city is quite far from the airport, so it really does cost that much."
Without further questions, she paid the fare and got out of the car.
The driver, counting the money, wore a smug expression on his face, thinking she was indeed a naive girl. He regretted not asking for 200 yuan.
In the bustling airport, Xiaofeng stood there feeling out of place, bewildered, helpless, unsure if her trip to the Imperial Capital was a mistake.
But she did not want to wait any longer.
She was afraid Acheng had forgotten her.
Now just a village woman with amnesia, she had no talents or memories left, only a heart yearning to be with him.
She was fearful that he really might never return and abandon her.
