The Great Moon hung high, and a silver plane streaked through the velvet curtain of night, piercing the clouds as Yujing City below slowly slipped away.
"Where's your Li Miaoyin? Why didn't you bring her along?"
On the plane, Ge Shuangxiu glanced at Zhang Fan, who had remained silent all this time, and couldn't help but ask.
This time, Li Miaoyin was finally gone.
"She's left," Zhang Fan murmured, gazing out the window.
Last night, he'd asked Li Miaoyin out for a late-night snack, intending to tell her that he was about to leave for Chang'an. But Li Miaoyin replied that she had already left Yujing City.
So sudden—it really was a departure without even a word of farewell.
It left Zhang Fan's heart feeling unsettled.
"Left? Where'd she go?" Ge Shuangxiu was momentarily stunned, then asked again.
"She had something to deal with at home, had to leave in a hurry," Zhang Fan replied nonchalantly.
That was the explanation Li Miaoyin had given him as well.
