"Okay." Lin Chuan gently caressed Qingzi's delicate skin and said, "If I go to Japan, I will definitely come to find you."
"Thank you!" Qingzi nodded.
However, what Lin Chuan did not expect was that the day Qingzi was leaving was not the day after tomorrow, but tomorrow. By the time Lin Chuan realized, Qingzi had already left Jiangbei City, heading to the provincial capital to catch an international flight to Tokyo Haneda Airport.
"What? Qingzi left?" Lin Chuan received a call from Zhou Rui.
"Yes." Zhou Rui nodded and said, "She sent me a text message before she left, asking me to inform you. She also said she left something in her room for you to pick up!"
Lin Chuan quickly hung up the phone and rushed straight to the room where Qingzi had been staying.
The room still carried the unique scent of Qingzi. On the tea table, there was a pot of sake, a plate of sushi, and a letter.
