"I miss you too! We'll see each other soon..."
"Shen Mosheng, I really want to see you." Han Yingying held her head high, trying not to let the tears fall.
Ye Haofan looked sideways at Han Yingying as she struggled to hold back her tears, feeling a tightness in his chest.
In the bustling airport, this corner was unusually quiet, as if it didn't fit in with everything outside.
"I want to see you too, just wait for me a little longer, just a bit longer," Shen Mosheng said gently, with too many thoughts of longing he wanted to express to Han Yingying in person.
"Shen Mosheng, I love you!" Han Yingying bent her lips into a gentle curve, and with a blink, the tear finally fell.
Ye Haofan turned his head away, looking at the people in the airport.
Some were hurrying, some had tear-filled eyes, and some were overjoyed.
