"Alright," Zhao Shuyue nodded.
After a simple farewell, the three boarded the plane.
Watching the figures disappear at the boarding gate, Chu Xiangyi handed the safety talisman Ni Yang had given her to Elder Du, "Sir, this was given by Yangyang."
Elder Du took the talisman, clutching it in his palm, his face unreadable.
"Will you take those pills?" Chu Xiangyi asked.
Elder Du turned slightly, "That's not something you should concern yourself with."
Chu Xiangyi replied, "I overstepped."
She had already anticipated the outcome.
This man, either he never loves lightly, or once he does, it's carved into his very bones.
Chu Xiangyi gazed at Elder Du's back and sighed softly.
The plane ride was swift.
In just two hours, they arrived in Beijing.
Ni Yang and Mo Qishen took Zhao Shuyue to a western restaurant for a meal.
It was Zhao Shuyue's first time stepping into a Western-style restaurant; everything piqued her curiosity.
