The uneventful day finally passed.
Night came as expected.
And he still loved the night the most.
After turning off the lights, he often lingered in a state between half-awake and half-asleep.
He would hear Li Jiaqi softly whisper in his ear, "He Yingdong, hold me! I'm cold!"
On nights like this, he seemed to still feel her warmth.
He could still see her petite silhouette...
It vaguely felt like she was still there, as if she had never left.
Four years later.
Qingcheng Airport.
A woman wearing tea-colored sunglasses, a polka-dotted jacket on top, and white ripped jeans below.
Came out of the airport exit.
She was pulling a suitcase with one hand, and holding a cute little bun with the other.
The little girl wore matching mother-daughter outfits with her, even their sunglasses matched. Among the crowd, the mother and daughter stood out.
"Mommy, when is Uncle Anthony coming?"
The little one looked up at Li Jiaqi.
She could only see Li Jiaqi's chin.
