Lin Qingyun suddenly jolted and froze, her body trembling uncontrollably as tears streamed down her face.
Could it be him?
Footsteps sounded from behind, and Ling Feng turned to look. When he saw who it was, he trembled violently. The expression on his face was indescribable—shock, unparalleled shock!
Struggling to swallow, Ling Feng asked in a trembling, hoarse voice, "Qingyun… pinch me. Am I dreaming?"
Sensing something, Lin Qingyun slowly turned around. What caught her eye was a gaunt man. His eyes were bloodshot and his lips were pale. His hair was disheveled and his beard was scruffy. Yet, his eyes were still as deep and dark as ever.
The bag in Lin Qingyun's hand clattered to the ground. Time seemed to stop, and it felt as if they were the only two people in the world. The noisy crowd and the constant stream of people around them faded away like images in a slideshow. In the middle of the bustling airport terminal, they simply stared at one another.
