People were coming and going in the airport, and the sounds of the suitcase wheels rolling could be heard.
When Qiao Yanze looked up, he saw the slim figure not far away. Everything around seemed to have disappeared, leaving only the two of them in the empty hall.
She was standing there, dressed in a nude pink shirt with a khaki vest over it, cropped beige pants paired with a pair of nude-colored high heels, giving off the air of a beautiful working professional.
Her hand was holding the handle of the suitcase with a long coat draped over her arm. With her long black hair spread over her shoulders and her lips a natural pink color, she looked cold and charming at the same time.
If it was not Cen Xi, who could it be?
She didn't leave!
