That kiss felt like a century.
When her rationality returned and she insisted on pushing away the man beside her, she found that the crowd watching had dispersed.
Xia Luo, who had always accompanied her, also left, dragging his suitcase.
At the security checkpoint, it was just the three of them as a family, with no one disturbing them or urging them on.
Qing Er looked up, her eyes filled with Tang Wanjun's features.
He smiled sadly and bitterly, looking at her, his voice hoarse, "Wife, thank you."
He was truly moved, touched that she was willing to stay, grateful that he could forgive himself.
But...
The next second.
Qing Er broke down, took Leng Xue's little hand, dragged the suitcase, and walked out of the airport with large steps.
As she passed by Tang Wanjun, she suddenly said, "Mr. Tang, we're already divorced."
Tang Wanjun snapped back and quickly caught up to her, helping her with the suitcase, "I know, I will definitely win you back."
