"I'm leaving"
"Hmm"
"Go to a place without you"
"Hmm"
"Tomorrow's flight"
"Um... I'm sorry..."
He chuckled lightly, "You're not sorry for me."
"What time is your flight tomorrow? I'll see you off."
He paused, looked at her deeply, and seemed to have made a lot of determination. After a long time, he said, "No need."
She lowered her eyes. After all, you still blame me...
The breeze blew over my face, and the crystal teardrop fell on my fingers with the wind. After this farewell, will there be a day when we can see each other again?