That night was a sleepless one.
The next day, the sky was bright and early.
Feng Zhichen and Sun Lingli, who had already packed their luggage, set off on the road to the Imperial Capital Airport under the escort of the Martial Artist Association.
Along the way, the master and apprentice remained silent; Feng Zhichen closed his eyes to rest, while Sun Lingli earnestly held a chemistry book in her hand, muttering continuously "hydrogen, helium, lithium, beryllium, boron, carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, fluorine, neon, sodium, magnesium, aluminum, silicon, phosphorus, sulfur, chlorine, argon, potassium, calcium..."
It was as if she was chanting, but even if she was, she was doing it very seriously, after all, this had to do with her future chances of not being single.
Until they got out of the car.
Only then did Feng Zhichen let out a long breath, a slight relaxation appearing in his eyes.
