Murmurs of sympathy filled the air, and people left in groups of three or five. It was then that Zhou Jingwei caught sight of Cheng Weiyue, whose figure was engulfed by the crowd.
She was actually quite far from him, her lips curved into a harmless, gentle smile, and her almond-shaped eyes clear.
Zhou Jingwei just looked at her and felt that the recent farce suddenly didn't seem so distasteful anymore.
He walked towards her, amidst the watchful eyes of the crowd, where people came and went. Taking her hand, he spoke softly, "Why didn't you tell me you were coming?"
"I reported to the company today, and Chen Yi'an accidentally let it slip while he was helping me pack," Cheng Weiyue paused, then looked at Zhou Jingwei with a serious gaze, "I just wanted to see if you were doing okay."
Zhou Jingwei had always been incapable of handling Cheng Weiyue.