When she came out, Leng Youchen had already retrieved the luggage and was waiting for her at the exit.
He stood tall and upright, like a lone pine tree on a cliffside, his mere presence a captivating scene.
Travelers of various ethnicities passing by turned to look at him, but he remained unaffected by the gazes, whether admiring or astonished, quietly waiting.
Wei Anning walked up to him and looked up, saying, "Let's go."
She reached out to take back her briefcase, but he showed no intention of returning it to her, striding forward with his long legs and pushing the luggage cart toward the exit.
In Birmingham, someone had come to pick them up—still an unfamiliar face, someone she didn't know. Unable to hold back, Wei Anning asked, "President Leng, where's Li Dong? Why isn't he with you?"
The man halted abruptly, causing Wei Anning to almost bump into his back. She caught a glimpse of a flash of sorrow on his face. Her heart skipped a beat as she heard him say, "He's dead."
