Daxing Airport.
Chen Cheng dragged his suitcase and held Xiao Meier's hand, waiting for Wen Shulin.
Ever since leaving the house, Xiao Meier's hand hadn't loosened its grip, her gaze occasionally falling on Chen Cheng's face, her eyes filled with deep affection and reluctance.
"Xiao Cheng, how long will it be before you can come back this time?" Xiao Meier's voice carried a barely detectable tremble.
"Probably two or three days at most."
Xiao Meier bit her lip, trying hard to squeeze out a smile, but that smile was clearly laden with deep worry.
She clutched Chen Cheng's hand tightly, as if the moment she let go, Chen Cheng would disappear.
At this moment, Wen Shulin hurried over.
She was alone, carrying just a bag.
Seeing Chen Cheng and Xiao Meier, she waved her hand.
"Sister Lin," Xiao Meier nodded and greeted.
