Spring departs and autumn arrives, the seasons change.
Overnight, the entire city was taken by winter.
When Wen Fucheng returned to Imperial City once again, Ying Jing quietly went to see him.
The cold wind was whistling down the street.
The suitcase wheels scraped crisply against the ground.
In the airport hall, people came and went, some hurrying by, others lingering in farewells.
How many people meet, reunite, and part ways here.
After getting her luggage, Ying Jing wasn't in a hurry to leave. She turned around and chose a roomy seat nearby to sit down. She took out headphones from her bag and hung them around her neck, listening to songs and watching scenes of partings and reunions.
She placed her laptop on her lap.
Her fair fingers swiftly tapped on the keyboard.
Her fingers danced, her expression concentrated.
"Return to the Sea of People"
The lingering warmth at the corner of the eyes and the reluctance on the fingertips
The day to say goodbye has finally arrived
