Leng Xue sat on the sofa, just hung up the phone, and saw her father come out of the kitchen with dishes.
She looked up and called him, "Dad."
"Hmm?" Tang Wanjun looked over.
Leng Xue looked desolate, paused, and hoarsely told Tang Wanjun, "Mom said she's going back to the United States tomorrow, on a nine o'clock flight in the morning."
Tang Wanjun, "..."
The tray in his hand almost slipped to the ground in weakness.
She's leaving, is she really leaving?
Is she leaving with that man?
After leaving, will she not come back?
Is it really over between them?
That night, Tang Wanjun didn't have dinner, and quickly told Leng Xue to go to bed, yet he stood in front of his own bed, standing there the whole night.
…
Next day
Eight thirty in the morning.
Xia Luo and Qing Er, appeared at the airport simultaneously.
She had called her daughter last night, saying she was leaving early this morning.
She thought, her darling would come to see her off.
