Luo Ziling arrived by the canal half an hour later.
At the place where he had previously encountered Chen Xiaoyi, Luo Ziling once again saw a woman standing alone, facing the river in a daze.
The wind was strong, blowing her shoulder-length hair into disarray.
When Luo Ziling walked up beside her, she didn't turn her head and continued standing there quietly.
Luo Ziling stood by her side, also gazing at the scenery of the canal.
"Do you like freezing?" Luo Ziling asked her, tilting his head.
Chen Xiaoyi, who had been staring blankly at the canal scenery, finally turned her head. She looked at Luo Ziling seriously for a moment and then softly said, "My flight is tomorrow afternoon, to Paris."
Luo Ziling asked, "What time is the flight?"
"At fifteen past one in the afternoon."
"At half-past one in the afternoon, our delegation will be flying to Hanseong." Luo Ziling smiled at Chen Xiaoyi and said, "It looks like we could meet again at the airport."
