Yang Fei held Lin Xueyi like that, throughout the entire night.
The next day, Lin Xueyi and Yang Fei boarded a plane bound for Yannan.
Lin Xueyi pinned a small white flower to her hair, as a token of mourning.
She became silent and taciturn, her once vibrant face now incredibly haggard, which was heartbreaking.
The two got off the plane and hurriedly took a cab, rushing towards the Lanting Hotel.
All the way, Lin Xueyi's eyes were red, and she remained silent.
Yang Fei also didn't know how to comfort her, making the atmosphere eerily quiet.
Woo!
At that moment, numerous sirens wailed long, and the shrill cries of fire trucks resonated throughout the city.
And from the sounds of it, they were all heading in the direction of University Town.
Yang Fei abruptly sat up straight.
He and Lin Xueyi exchanged glances, both somewhat perplexed and apprehensive.
In his heart, Yang Fei faintly sensed an ominous foreboding.