Xing Ling and Xing Yanjie queued up together to check in their air freight baggage.
Then they moved on to line up at the security checkpoint.
Perhaps because it was night, there weren't many people in line ahead of them.
Xing Ling watched as each person in front passed through, Ye Sihan's figure flitting across her mind. She turned her head to look in the direction where passengers were entering.
All were unfamiliar faces.
This caught her by surprise; Ye Sihan hadn't appeared from the beginning to the end, nor had he called her.
Maybe the abnormal quiet was making her somewhat uneasy.
After all, Ye Sihan had reacted strongly to her leaving before.
"Should I give Ye Sihan a call?" Xing Yanjie asked.
"No need," Xing Ling stood firm and continued in line.
She thought about the times she had tried to flee from Ye Sihan, how she was caught at the critical moments every time. To say she wasn't nervous would be a lie.