"Dear passengers, flight xxxxxx is ready to take off. Please fly to New York quickly..." A sweet female voice rang out.
Upon hearing this, the passengers in the airport took action one after another.
In the crowd, a young girl dragged her luggage and walked slowly towards the boarding area.
She looked about eighteen years old, wearing a black long-sleeved shirt, a silver-gray baseball cap, black trousers and a pair of black canvas shoes. Under her big sunglasses, she was a pair of unfathomable eyes, and she was pure.
The ink color is like the sky covered with dark clouds, turbid and unclear, and like the vast ocean, deep and blurred. The bangs are very long, covering half of her face. She is surrounded by a quiet breath, and her every move shows her noble temperament
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Although her clothes were not very eye-catching, the few strong men with sunglasses beside her made pedestrians look at her. The eyes were nothing more than curiosity, curiosity of the identity of the girl.
When she arrived at the registration office, she turned around, raised a faint smile, and said to the big men: "You can go back." She had a very deserted voice.
Several big men bowed to the girl and turned around and left.
The sunglasses are secretly living, and the pure ink-colored pupils reflect a sarcastic luster. Who are you ridiculing? Maybe only she knows it.