Yanjing Airport.
2:30 AM.
This timing was a coincidence, maybe even Lin Hai had deliberately forgotten it.
Back then, after that big battle, Lin Hai awoke from a coma also at 2:30 AM, the night sky was pitch-black, as if the whole world was filled with darkness, except for a single meteor streaking across.
Some say that every meteor that streaks across the night sky signifies a brilliant and pure life vanishing from this world.
At that time, Lin Hai didn't know whether that meteor might have been Little Scorpion, perhaps it was a tear she shed in the sky then, or maybe it was to wake him up.
In any case, Lin Hai deliberately chose to forget.
"Snap."
Lin Hai finished another cigarette, a bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
