Five years later, at the airport in City A, Qiao Chuan walked out dragging his luggage. She finally returned to this place, where she and her love were buried. "Mr. Chu, she's back." In the office, the man sitting on the chair frowned and rubbed his temples, "She's alone?" "Yes, President." The man waved his hand and motioned for him to go out. He stood up and turned around to look at the scenery outside the window, with a faint smile on his lips, "My Chu An, let me see where you can go." He wanted to repay the pain she had caused him five years ago...
