Linking arms with Henry Russell, Charlotte Cooper looked at the hustle and bustle of the airport, and the familiar language and skin color made her feel warm. She nudged Henry's waist and asked, "You've been abroad many times, do you still feel a sense of warmth every time you come back?"
Turning his head to look at the slightly shorter Charlotte, Henry raised an eyebrow, "Why, do you want to kiss the air and the earth here?" He stroked Charlotte's head casually, a contented look in his eyes.
Shaking off Henry's teasing hand, Charlotte ignored him with a snort.
Sitting in the Russell's private car, the window half open, a gentle breeze blew through their black hair as the car sped along. There was a moment of silence. Charlotte's hand clenched tightly, feeling her heartbeat in her chest, she felt very nervous.