How I Want to Hold You and Cry

"Good morning, Ladies and Gentlemen. Welcome aborad..." The mechanical and sweet voice from the radio reminded her that the plane was about to take off. Han Chuqiao looked out the window silently, and the words "rising business star Gu Fuxiu" were written under Han Chuqiao's arm. Gu Fuxiu's confident smile in his suit stung Han Chuqiao's eyes deeply, and his fists were clenched tightly at some point. My thoughts went back to the midsummer five years ago. "One, two, three, four, one, two, three, four..." The white, brand-new sail...