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The farewell ended so abruptly.
There was none of the expected reluctance to part, no sobbing ... just an unusual calmness.
Mo Sinian boarded the plane to the United States smoothly.
After he left, Lu Yinfeng felt as if a heavy weight had been lifted from her heart, yet it also seemed like there was a new hole in it.
The nearly ten years of affection were not fake.
On the way back from the airport, Lu Yinfeng leaned on Mo Nanze's shoulder, feeling lost.
"Nanze..." Lu Yinfeng clutched Mo Nanze's hand tightly, "I'm scared..."
As for what she was scared of, Lu Yinfeng couldn't quite explain.
Mo Nanze looked out the window, where the azure sky was cut by a plane that vanished into the clouds.
His emotions, unlike Lu Yinfeng's expressiveness, were subtly tinged with reluctance.
The Mo Sinian he knew was, in fact, a good kid.
"He will be fine," Mo Nanze said, his other hand placed over the back of Lu Yinfeng's, patting gently.
They both would be fine.