"Sister An Yu, you know people, right? Help me book one, no, two of the quickest tickets back to Jiang City."
Tang Yue spoke while on the phone.
"Xiao Yue, what's wrong?" Qin Anyu was drowsy, the weather in May was warm, and it was afternoon, the sleepy time of the day.
"I need to go back." Tang Yue couldn't explain clearly, but she felt she needed to be there now.
An hour later, Tang Yue was already at the airport. Bai Qing, bombarded with endless calls from Tang Yue, looked at her, bewildered, and asked, "Xiao Yue, what's the big rush to go back?"
"Maybe, perhaps, probably..." Tang Yue used many words of uncertainty, and not until before boarding did she finally say, "My intuition tells me I have to go back."
Bai Qing: "..."
Flying high in the sky, this was Tang Yue's first time on a plane. Closing her eyes, her mind started to recall.
She wasn't sure if it was now, or which day it was, but what she was certain of was that it happened in the spring of this year.
