If love can be booked

The hustle and bustle of the airport filled every corner. People hurried past, carrying their own stories and destinations. I stood in the terminal hall, watching the people coming and going, and an inexplicable sense of loneliness surged in my heart.

I held the ticket tightly in my hand, as if it was the last connection between him and me. I closed my eyes and recalled every moment we spent together. Those wonderful times have now become memories. I know that some people cannot be kept after all, maybe this is the arrangement of fate.

I dragged my heavy luggage towards the boarding gate. I looked back and said silently in my heart: "Goodbye, China. Goodbye, Jinchuan."

After all, there is no other way...to stay by his side and watch them being happy.

After returning from France, she was not in a better mood. The lavenders were everywhere. Were they happy then? His faint smile was her favorite scenery... But he said no, expelling her protection. From then on, he was no longer in her world...

We agreed to let go and start over, but... it's easy to say.

Let go? I thought about it, but I just couldn't bear to do it... I was afraid that if I gave up one day, he would really be far away... I was afraid that if I gave up one day, he would really be gone... I struggled deeply, he couldn't see, I was the only one who was hurt, how long would a heart have to hurt before it could be strong? Foolishly loving, love... unrequited love, never caring about gains and losses, only a heart... hurting.

Yaoyao Decoration Co., Ltd. is a well-known company headquartered in the United States, focusing on home decoration and daily necessities. Yaoyao Decoration Co., Ltd.'s products cover all aspects of home decoration, including furniture, lamps, carpets, curtains, etc.

The company focuses on product design and quality, and has collaborated with world-renowned designers to launch a series of fashionable and artistic products. At the same time, the company also pays attention to environmental protection and sustainable development, using environmentally friendly materials and production processes to provide consumers with healthy and safe products.

They worked hard together at that time, and I loved the way he worked hard the most...

Dad said: My daughter will always be a princess...Princess? There are no princesses in his world, only queens...His indulgence, his doting, her unreasonable fussing.

When I think of him, I feel so sad that I want to cry... I have told myself countless times to let go of this relationship and warned myself countless times not to miss him anymore, but my heart is never at peace. The empty feeling seems to have drained the whole world away.

Keep going, can my world be without you?

He is not seen at the airport in the United States...

Silly, where can he be found? High nose bridge, white skin, yellow hair, this is not China anymore? It's just this hustle and bustle... The airport is a place of meeting and separation... Whose tears?

"Ah..." Suddenly someone walked by and accidentally bumped into her, causing her to lose balance instantly... The 7cm high heels made it impossible for her to stand steadily, and she was about to fall to the ground.

At this moment, a pair of strong hands reached out from the side, tightly hugged her waist, and pulled her back to balance. It turned out to be an oriental woman. They had met each other many times in different occasions and knew each other, but they had never had much communication. Every time they passed by in a hurry, leaving a pile of fallen flowers on the ground...

"Are you okay?" Michael asked with concern.

"It's okay... Thank you." Zhu Yaolin steadied herself and stood up. She could tell he spoke in pure American accent. Maybe it was because he grew up in the United States? Or maybe it was because he liked American accent?

The bustling airport, their hug? So... she was just an accident? Maybe he didn't know he almost... what reason was there to blame him? An accident.

"It's the peak tourist season now, and the airport is crowded. Shoes that are lower... will be more comfortable." She really doesn't mind the fatigue of the journey with a 7-8 cm heel...

She was tall and slender, as if she was born to show elegance and confidence. She was wearing a proper formal suit, a white shirt and a dark blue skirt, which perfectly outlined her beautiful figure. Her hair was piled high at the back, revealing her slender neck, as noble as a swan. Her long black and shiny hair fell on her back like a waterfall, swaying gently with her movements, exuding a charming luster.

Her face was as delicate as a porcelain doll, with willow-shaped eyebrows, big eyes, an onion nose and a cherry mouth.

Her beauty lies not only in her appearance, but also in the temperament and charm she exudes from the inside out. He couldn't help but think of the poem: "The lotus emerges from clear water, naturally without any decoration."

She is the hibiscus flower blooming in his heart, beautiful and pure, making him unable to extricate himself.

"Well, I..." Looking at the man's eyes, she felt a little uncomfortable. This feeling made her feel that it was not the first time they met, but she was sure that she did not know him. She began to wonder if it was because she had just returned from abroad and had not yet adapted to the domestic environment. Maybe it was just a sense of unfamiliarity, or she was too sensitive.

"Are you here for tourism?" He suddenly asked. She shouldn't be here... at least not in front of him... She didn't look like a tourist, but more like a professional.

"No." She looked like a tourist? He knew her and it wasn't an illusion...

"By the way...thank you for what happened just now." Compared to Western men, she still prefers Eastern men. At the door, she saw a familiar figure, her father. Her mood suddenly became relaxed, and she quickened her pace and walked towards him.

"You're welcome." He responded softly. He watched her back gradually go away, and an inexplicable emotion surged in his heart. Turning around, he saw him throw himself into the arms of a middle-aged man, Zhu Boxiong. Who is she to him? Zhu Yaolin and Zhu Boxiong? Father and daughter?

Daughter...Zhu Yaolin? Zhu Boxiong's only daughter, and the person who has made Yaoyao Decoration Co., Ltd. develop over the years, is not quite the same as imagined.

She has the gentleness and elegance of an oriental person... and is very different from a strong woman...