As soon as she answered the call, she saw Liangchen holding up his mobile phone and walking in a hurry from the entrance of the airport, looking around.
People were coming and going in the airport, and he stood tall and attracted much attention. He was only wearing a thin white shirt, his black hair was a little messy, and he had obvious anxiety on his face.
Jing Haohao stood there, holding the phone, and before she could tell Liangchen where she was, he suddenly seemed to notice it, and his eyes suddenly shifted to meet her face.
After such a long distance, the airport lights were dazzling, and Jing Haohao clearly saw a trace of relaxation on Liangchen's face, then he put away his cell phone and walked towards her with rapid strides.
Jing Haohao stood there, not moving, just watching the man who came over wearing only a thin shirt in the winter, approaching little by little.
Liangchen finally stopped a step away from Jing Haohao. He stared into her eyes for a while, and without even saying a word, he stretched out his hand and pulled her into his arms.
Jing Hao Hao's head was pressed on his shoulder. She could clearly feel the coldness on his neck. Jing Hao Hao secretly raised her eyelids and saw the man's side face and ears, which were red from the cold. No matter how big her heart was,
The grievance suddenly disappeared in an instant, and the tears that had finally been stopped suddenly came up again.
She gently rubbed her head on his shoulder, wiped away the overflowing tears, remained silent in his arms, and let him hold her.
On his body was the familiar fragrance that had been lingering in her memory these days.
When he didn't hear it, Jing Haohao only knew that he missed her very much.
Now when she really felt it, she realized that she was so crazyly dependent.
She thought of her uneasiness when she called him dozens of times alone in Shanghai that day and got no reply, and the corners of her eyes that she wiped clean became moist again.
One tear, two tears, three tears... In the end, the shirt on Liangchen's shoulders was stained with moisture.
Liangchen knew that Jing Haohao was crying, but he couldn't say a word and just hugged her harder.
Jing Haohao's tears fell even harder. She couldn't help but raise her hands and tightly circled Liangchen's waist. Then she cried loudly and said with a hint of squeamishness in her mouth: "What's wrong with you?"
That's okay. Why don't you tell me when you return to Jiangshan City? Do you know... how long have I been looking for you today..."
In fact, on the way to Good Time, she had thought in her head that when she saw him later, she would pretend to be pitiful and angry so that he could comfort her.
But now, she didn't need to act. Her sobbing tone was full of pity: "I wanted to give you a surprise. I went to Shanghai to find you, but you came back..."
Holding Jing Haohao's Liangchen in his arms, his whole body stiffened for a moment, feeling an indescribable guilt and distress, and he started to roll over.
"I made so many calls but you didn't answer. Do you know that you scared me to death? You..."
Jing Haohao was initially accusing him, but in the end, he thought of himself nervously calling Liangchen on the streets of Shanghai, thinking of himself holding on to his clothes in fear in an airplane at an altitude of 30,000 feet, and thinking of how he had just been in the airport.
In a desperate mood, she was suddenly speechless. She just kept crying in grievance, like a child.