Leaving the airport, there were trusted aides guarding both front and back, and Wei Anning sat inside the extended Lincoln, taking in the familiar streets outside the window, finally feeling at ease.
Leng Youchen turned his head to look at her profile, not knowing what she was thinking. Although she was sitting right next to him, he felt a sense of panic that she was so far away, almost out of reach.
He reached out to hold her hand, "What are you thinking about?"
Whether it was his hoarse voice that brought her back to consciousness, or his action that startled her back, Wei Anning turned around and saw a hint of unease flash through the man's eyes, feeling inexplicably pained.
"I was just thinking, now that I've returned here, I wonder how many will be disappointed."
