After arranging a private jet, applying for a route, and adjusting the schedule, Evan Yu followed Xavier Xie to the airport at seven o'clock the next morning. The weather at the end of October has dropped significantly. The sky has not yet completely brightened up, and the wind has a faint chill on my face.
Evan Yu wore a black mask and peaked cap, staring at the flashing lights on the runway in trance.
Xavier Xie raised his hand to take the person into his arms to block the wind, and touched his face again, "Nian Nian, is it cold or not?"
Shaking his head, Evan Yu leaned into Xavier Xie's arms, "It's not cold, I'm wearing two sweaters." He showed his vulnerability unabashedly and whispered, "But I'm scared, my fingertips always control Trembling all the time."
Holding Evan Yu's cold hand and putting it into his pocket, Xavier Xie said, "If you are afraid, let's go and see for ourselves. Blind speculation will only make the fear worse." He looked into Evan Yu's eyes, and there seemed to be a hint of letting go in his voice. The power of people to settle down, "No matter what time, I will be there."
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