Murong Yan nodded silently, her happiness radiating on her face.
"Go back to sleep, there's still time." Yang Fan kissed her face one last time and got out of bed.
Listening to Yang Fan getting dressed, Murong Yan, who had been lying in bed, suddenly got up, not wearing anything. She got out of bed and hugged Yang Fan tightly, saying nothing, just holding him.
Yang Fan put one arm around her back, and after a while, gently picked her up, put her back in bed, covered her with the blanket, took one last look, and then Yang Fan turned and walked out.
...
Early in the morning at Xinghai City International Airport, there was a constant stream of people coming and going.
A stunningly beautiful woman with one hand pulling a suitcase and the other holding a little girl appeared to be looking around, seemingly waiting for someone.
