nsion between Lu Kuo and him, but seeing them like this, she obediently shut up.Lu Kuo asked the waiter for the menu and then asked the two of them, "What do you guys want to eat I'll treat you."The g...She even had a fleeting impulse to book a flight to X country to meet him immediately. But reason stopped her. Her past was irrelevant and she could only call her colleagues in the embassy, asking them to contact Song Jingye.

"My colleague from the other country replied: "His phone has been switched off all the time. As far as we know, his equipment batch has arrived."

She was terrified, had she disappeared

"We'll keep trying to reach him, and let us know if you hear anything." She couldn't remember how she had hung up the phone. Her mind was a mess, and she could only numbly make call after call to Song Jingye.

The airport was deserted at night, with only the occasional traveler rushing by with their luggage. She remembered that day when he came to see her off, his tight embrace; she remembered that day when they were video calling, smiling at the camera; she remembered that day when he told her to go report on the support equipment to Teacher Zhang, his expression was so well hidden, not revealing a word about going to X country.

Song's mom just said on the phone that if something happened to him, she wouldn't live either. She was thinking, if something really did happen to him, what would she do then

She sat on the icy chair, her head bowed as she stared at the old, clunky cell phone in her hand. It was a heavy, outdated model, feeling like a lead weight in her grasp. Her eyes ached terribly, but not a single tear would fall.

Suddenly

A pair of black leather boots appeared before her.

The moment she looked up, her dry eyes welled with tears. She needed to control her emotions, to control them at all times; she couldn't cry.

But the tears just wouldn't stop flowing, no matter how hard I tried to wipe them away.

"Uncle"

This time it was her who took the initiative to hug him tightly, her arms firmly around his strong frame.

Waist, besides crying, could not say a word.

Song Jingye also encircled her with his arms and gently patted her back to comfort her until she calmed down. Only then did he ask, "Why are you crying"

Why are you crying

No one had ever treated her like this before. She had been orphaned as a child, and while her uncle and aunt were kind to her, it was more out of a sense of duty. After she graduated from high school, at which point she became legally an adult, they stopped looking after her altogether.

Song Jingye is the only one who cares about her, worries about her warmth and coolness, her food and clothing, and her safety.

No, it's not just about putting it in your heart, but also about taking concrete action.

She murmured into his arms, "I miss you, and I worry about you."

She still held on to him tightly, unwilling to let go.

Song Jingye hugged her again and comforted, "I'm fine."

After a moment of silent embrace, they separated and walked towards the parking garage together. Song Jingye's Jeep had been parked in the airport garage all along.

After getting in the car, Chen Ning finally adjusted her emotions and began to criticize: "You know how dangerous it is over there, why did you go"

Song Jingye was driving with his eyes fixed on the road, but his tone was relaxed: "What's dangerous for me to do"

One sentence shut Chen Ning's words down, a slight sourness prickling at the tip of his nose. He quickly changed the subject: "How did you get back"

"During my layover, I learned that war broke out in X country. You withdrew, so I changed my route and came back. Rest assured, I have everything under control."

Because her flight was too tight, she usually walked alone, and had never been in the habit of reporting to anyone, which made her family worry.

A month apart, things just felt different. Sending her off...

When she got downstairs to her home, they didn't let her up as they usually did. No one spoke a word of goodbye from inside the car.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward. Chen Ling racked her brains for a topic, and finally said softly: "You sent those snacks, it's a waste, it's a pity, I haven't received them yet, not even one."

At this moment, the first thing that came to his mind was this. Song Jingye smiled: "I'll take you to buy it again tomorrow. You can buy as much as you want."

"Okay. See you tomorrow." She opened the passenger door and got out, not daring to look back at him. Her heart was racing.

Actually, I don't want to leave.

"Come back." Song Jingye got out of the car and called her.

She immediately turned back, her mind debating whether to invite him up for a sit.

Then Song Jingye went around to the back of the car and opened the trunk: "You didn't take your luggage."

Chen Ning replies, he would sit at their table and chat with them. He mainly did this to prevent them from arguing, as the atmosphere felt strangely tense for no reason. 。As evening approached, Lin Zhiyao fidgeted imp...