The sky above the airport is pure and blue, and the late summer sun shines through the white clouds. When it hits the ground, light and shadow perfectly intersect.
Lu Weixi dragged her suitcase and turned her head a little lonely, looking at the crowd of farewells behind her. They were densely packed, but not even a small piece belonged to her.
He explained in a low voice: "My surname is Bai. If you want, you can call me 'Bai Yu'." Although there was a slight question in the sentence, he used a commanding tone domineeringly. She looked at him in the sun and forgot to refuse. She didn't realize that this was too intimate. At that time, he was always kind to her inexplicably.