Liang Yichao seemed to hear such a sound, but because it wasn't very clear, the aunt cleaning the restroom accidentally tipped over the mop bucket at that moment, and the airport broadcasted the earlier customs' angry rebuke of him, searching for his broadcast, leaving him at that moment with nothing but inner pain, unable to think of much else.
So he looked at Yu Wei with deep, painful eyes until their gazes intertwined, then intertwined again.
He pressed his lips tightly, enduring the severe pain, grabbed his suitcase, and quickly walked towards the customs gate.
Throughout the brisk walk, she neither went up to hold his hand nor did he hear her call out even half a word to him.
So...
Even if she wanted to be with him, her patience with him was ultimately only this much, right...
A steady drizzle of heartache.
Liang Yichao had never realized how bewitched he was by Yu Wei, even in such circumstances, still wanting to test how much she truly loved him.
