Shen Jianian encountered a traffic jam on the way, arriving at the airport nearly twenty minutes late.
She hurried to the exit of Terminal 3, scanning the crowd for a familiar face. After a few minutes, with no sign of Fu Jichen, she reluctantly sent him a message asking where he was.
The flight was not delayed and should have arrived twenty minutes ago. Perhaps Fu Jichen left early, not seeing her upon his arrival.
Moments later, Fu Jichen replied with three words: "Parking lot."
Shen Jianian held her tote bag at her side tightly, moving quickly against the crowd's flow, and made her way to the parking lot. There, she spotted a familiar car with its hazard lights flashing.
She jogged over, breathless, and the rear window rolled down, revealing a man's sharp-featured face, cold and aloof in its expressionless state, warning others to keep their distance.
