Perhaps, Liang Shaochen is the same.
His eyes always stayed on her, filled with deep affection and heat. She felt a warmth in her heart, but it was mixed with an inexplicable pain—light and small, yet real, tugging at her heart.
But she tried hard not to think about that pain, to ignore him.
The plane taxied onto the runway, he sat beside her, holding her hand, bowed his head, and placed a gentle, long kiss on the back of her hand.
Then they both looked at each other and burst into silly laughter.
"Won't the company be in trouble when you leave like this?" she asked with a smile she couldn't withhold.
"Maybe!" Liang Shaochen said with a playful, boyish air, his eyes fixed on her: "But who cares, I've found my Qiqi. Now, nothing in the world matters anymore."
Xia Xiaonuan couldn't help but laugh again, her tears streaming down as she laughed.
Nan Mo, you're really such a fool, a fool that makes my heart ache.
