After arriving at Chiang Kai-shek Airport, their destinations would differ. Although she could find his phone and address, after two months of interaction, she still couldn’t touch his heart. She didn’t dare to hold any hope. She had thought she could make him fall in love with her before coming to Taiwan.
Woo… Could she not go to Taiwan? Could they not separate? On the day before leaving Phuket, she cried uncontrollably.
And so, the Phuket trip passed gloomily with Feng Shaohao avoiding her. They next met on the way to the airport.
“Hi! Did you have breakfast?” Lin Qianzhu wore sunglasses to hide her red, crying eyes, trying to sound cheerful.
“Yes,” Feng Shaohao answered briefly. He too wore sunglasses, afraid his eyes might reveal his secrets.
“Did you pack all your luggage?”
The item in his pocket made him very nervous, but he still tried to maintain his cool expression. “Yes.”
Their conversation continued with short questions and answers. After two days of silence, Lin Qianzhu finally couldn’t hold back. “Why aren’t you talking to me?”
This question made his cheeks burn, the feeling of kissing her suddenly rushing forward. The real reason he couldn’t say out loud, “I’m busy.”
“Really?” Seeing he wouldn’t even look at her, her heart ached.
“Yes.” A mechanical response, afraid of being interrogated, so he quickened his pace.
Looking at his back, she was about to cry. Suddenly, he walked up to her, stuffed something into her hand, and then left like a whirlwind.
Opening her palm, she saw the two paper cranes she had originally given him. Her heart bled, and tears fell uncontrollably. Woo… They were being returned, returned…
The paper cranes felt cold in her palm. When she tried to put them in her bag, she noticed something was different.
Taiwan… His address, phone number, blood type, and birthday in Taiwan. The other paper crane was written with: Qianzhu, add love, let me have the world’s laughter.
“What is this?” She could only understand the Chinese ‘thousand’, English ‘I’, and Japanese ‘no’. The rest looked like ghost scribbles.
Lin Qianzhu looked at it from every angle, unable to understand those characters that looked like demon drawings. No matter, no matter how difficult the characters were, she would definitely find a translator or interrogate him directly.
