She had just checked. At this time of day, there was only one flight from Shangluo.
This meant that Xia Liang was on this plane.
Anxious, Qingxue quickly took out her phone and called him incessantly, but the only response she got was a recorded message: "The number you have dialed is switched off."
Even so, Qingxue kept sending messages to Xia Liang.
"Xia Liang, are you there?"
"Tell me you had something to do today. Tell me you didn't come back."
"I won't blame you for standing me up."
"Xia Liang, please answer me..."
Message after message, call after call—but no response came.
She was completely panicked.
She tried calling Luu Qi. Still the same result.
In the end, she opened her chat with Luu Juan, her hands trembling as she typed.
"Auntie... did Xia Liang take a flight today?"
But as soon as she typed it, she deleted it. She already knew for a fact that Xia Liang was on the plane. She just didn't want to believe it, clinging to a sliver of hope.
