The ticket saleswoman looked up at her and thought that this middle-aged woman was very beautiful.
Though there were obvious wrinkles on her face, when she smiled, her eyes were so bright that they added a few strokes of color to her entire being.
"Mu Sirong?"
"Yes, my name is Mu Sirong," the middle-aged woman replied with a smile.
After making a note, the ticket saleswoman said without looking up, "There is a flight to H City at two o'clock, costing a total of two thousand four hundred and eighty yuan..."
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Rong Shaoze did not send anyone to look for Lin Xinlan.
He didn't know why, but this time, he hadn't thought about using his power to find her, nor had he considered forcibly keeping her by his side.
Because he knew that her heart was no longer with him, and no matter what he did, it wouldn't change anything, it might even backfire.
Besides, he loved her so much that he couldn't bear to see her in pain or sadness.
