Qingjian City Airport.
The morning mist had not yet entirely dispersed, leaving the air with a unique chill.
The automatic doors at the entrance of the terminal opened and closed, swallowing and spitting out hurried travelers.
Fang Qingyu carried a large, visibly worn combat backpack, holding Jiang Wei's small hand in his right hand.
The little girl was wearing a light blue hooded sports jacket today, with a small backpack, a freshly unwrapped orange-flavored lollipop in her mouth, her small cheeks slightly puffed out, and her clear big eyes calmly looking forward.
Opposite them stood the people seeing them off.
Lin Kang still wore the worn-looking mysterious black combat suit, his posture upright like a silent reef.
Duan Ling leaned against a nearby pillar, while Qin Hui, Qi Hao, Old Qiao, and Lv Chen stood in a row, their expressions varied, with emotions ranging from sentimentality and reluctance to a bit of excitement.
"Alright, let's say goodbye here."
