"There's still nearly half an hour before the plane lands," Beitang Yao looked at his watch and said calmly. He was speaking to Xia Qingqian, who was intensely nervous. Although she hadn't said anything during the entire journey, his observant nature had long noticed her unease and anxiety.
Yes, the person she had been waiting for, whose return she had been longing to see, resulted only in a grave. Anyone would find this hard to accept. After their separation of four years, this was the first piece of news she heard about him, and it was such cruel news.
When the helicopter landed on a helipad behind a castle, Beitang Yao got into a luxury car and drove out of Xia Qingqian, Ye Feng, and the welcoming bodyguards' sight. Xia Qingqian just watched silently as the Young Master's convertible turned into a dot in her vision, feeling a sudden sense of loss...
Her lips curled up slightly for a second, and then she stopped thinking about that feeling welling up in her heart.
