As nightfall descended, the plane slowly landed in City A.
The sun was still skipping along the horizon, casting its final rays in the gray sky, at the intersection of day and night.
The last day, the first night.
"Sir, you can get off the plane now," Situ said softly as he approached.
This reminder was not only for Huo Siyu, but also for Huo Tianqi, and... Dongfang.
"Mm." Huo Siyu responded lightly, slowly standing up.
His expression was calm, with no trace of emotion on his face.
Not just him, the few hours on the plane were completely silent, no one made a sound.
"Big brother, he..."
Huo Tianqi spoke, his voice tinged with a slight tremble.
After a few hours on the plane, he thought he had calmed down. It wasn't until Situ's soft reminder that he realized his emotions were still out of control.
"Let's go." Huo Siyu said.
His voice was calm and indifferent, without any variance.
"Clang..."
The sound of a cup falling to the ground.
