Mo Qishen held her and seemed reluctant to let go, and Ni Yang reminded him, "Brother Mo, your boarding time is approaching, it will be delayed soon."
Mo Qishen sighed and said in a low voice, "Yangyang, I can't bear to leave you."
"Don't worry, I'll write to you, and I'll call you when I can," Ni Yang said.
In an era where communication tools were not well developed, making international calls was not easy. Writing letters was also inconvenient as it took a long time for them to arrive.
Mo Qishen tightened his arms and hugged Ni Yang firmly before finally letting go.
It was only after Mo Qishen's figure disappeared at the boarding gate that Ni Yang turned to leave. "Brother Du, let's go."
"Okay." Du nodded and followed Ni Yang.
The weather was very hot. Today, Ni Yang was not wearing a cheongsam but a simple white shirt and jeans.
Even in such a simple outfit, she still caught everyone's eye, especially standing next to Du, who was clad in commoner's clothes.