Leng Youchen really did come flying. When the sound of the rotor blades echoed overhead, Wei Anning stuck her head out of the window, only for the wind kicked up by the blades to immediately mess up her long hair.
Then, above her, came a man's slightly childish voice, "Wei Anning, your husband is here to take you home."
Everyone stuck in the traffic jam on the highway opened their doors and stepped out of their cars, looking up at the helicopter circling overhead. They were stunned. "Whoa, this is way too cool. Who's lucky enough to have someone pick them up with a helicopter?"
Wei Anning had initially thought it was just a passing helicopter. Unexpectedly, Leng Youchen was actually on it, shouting her name in such a bold and flamboyant manner. She truly felt like she couldn't go on living after this.
And yet, deep inside, an imperceptible swell of happiness filled her, a happiness born from his anxiety for her.
