Ling Chuxia walked out of the house in a daze, which caused her to not see the person in front of her. That person was running to pick up a ball, his attention entirely on the ball. He also didn’t see Ling Chuxia, and they collided into each other.
Ling Chuxia stumbled a few steps backward, almost losing her balance. The person she bumped into, unconcerned with his own pain, hurriedly reached out to grab Ling Chuxia’s hand to steady her.
The man was tall and straight, with a fair and handsome face. When he pursed his lips, two shallow dimples faintly appeared. Because he was playing with the children, he had taken off his jacket, leaving only his white shirt with the sleeves rolled up high, revealing his muscular arms, incredibly dashing.
As his eyes clearly saw Ling Chuxia’s face, his pupils fixed in place. He just stared at Ling Chuxia without saying a word, even forgetting to ask, "Are you alright?"
Ling Chuxia, preoccupied with heavy thoughts, did not notice his gaze. She glanced at him unconsciously and asked in a low voice, "Are you okay?"
The man nodded dumbly.
Since he was alright... Ling Chuxia also nodded, then walked by the man and left step by step.
The man just stood there, fixedly watching Ling Chuxia’s retreating figure. Slowly, many questions welled up in his eyes, and he couldn’t help but grab a child and asked, "Who is she?"
The child crisply replied, "She is Sister Xiaxia."
"Ling... Ling Chuxia?"
"Yes! Sister Xiaxia is called Ling Chuxia!"
The man let go of the child and looked again towards the direction Ling Chuxia had left, his emotions churning intensely. Ling Chuxia, it really was Ling Chuxia!
He briskly lifted his foot and chased after her, but as he reached the doorway, he saw Ling Chuxia hailing a motorbike, getting in, and the taxi speeding away.
The next day, the airport.
Xiao Chen checked his watch again, and it was already nine o’clock. The plane was scheduled to take off at nine-thirty, and originally, Ling Chuxia had said she would be at the airport by eight-thirty.
Xiao Chen’s brow slightly furrowed, a hint of unease flashing through his eyes. He took out his phone and dialed Ling Chuxia’s number, but immediately, a cold automated message played, "I’m sorry, the number you have dialed is switched off. Please try again later."
A shadow fell across Xiao Chen’s face, confirming his premonition—Ling Chuxia was probably not coming!
Xiao Chen closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then he dialed the number again. It rang only twice before the other side picked up, the voice low and hopeful, "How is it? Did you board the plane?"
Xiao Chen couldn’t help but sigh softly, "Yun Shu, I think, Xiaxia won’t be going to the United States."
Shi Che hadn’t slept all night and looked awful when he arrived at the hospital in the morning. His handsome face was expressionless, and his whole being emanated an intense coldness that made people instinctively keep their distance.
After the servant poured him a cup of tea and was about to quickly leave, not wanting to be a target, she thought it over and stopped, speaking in a low voice, "Young master, last night, Miss Ji Xinxin came looking for you."
Shi Che’s dark eyes stuttered slightly, and he looked up at the servant, his voice deep, "She came looking for me?"
"Yes, she came in anger, not sure what was the matter, but she left after she couldn’t find you."