Liu Xiaoqiao left Beijing in the early spring of that year. It was still very cold, she wore a coat and only dragged a large suitcase, standing at the security checkpoint.
A few friends came to see her off.
Everyone knew about the incident at the end of last year, but no one spoke of it. They just earnestly charged her to take good care of herself abroad and to call a friend if there was any issue.
Liu Xiaoqiao agreed to each. Today, she wore a black, fitted coat over a bright sweater and slim pants, still looking graceful and vigorous. Her face had thinned since before, but she appeared to be in good spirits.
Time was nearly up.
Liu Xiaoqiao said goodbye to her friends one by one, and though she felt at peace, she couldn't help but look back subconsciously.
Then, her heart seemed to contract.
She saw him standing amid the crowd, also in a black coat, a tall figure, wearing sunglasses, which was rare. He was watching her from tens of meters away.
