The plane touched down at Sicheng Airport after one in the morning.
Stepping out of the airport, the light rain was falling, Ye Wan stood at the entrance of the airport terminal for a long while before she finally hailed a taxi.
When the phone rang, she glanced down, seeing Lu Chuan's name flashing.
Ye Wan paused for a moment, then answered the call, "Lu Chuan?"
"Tired?"
On the other end of the phone, it was supremely quiet, so quiet she could hear the man's casually light breathing.
Upon hearing his concern, Ye Wan let out a long breath, her shoulders suddenly slumping and leaning into the seat.
Tired?
She had just been feeling spirited moments before.
Ye Wan had already planned out her schedule for tomorrow in her mind.
Find a hotel to stay first, sleep in, go shopping for some gifts, then visit Father Tang and Mother Tang.
Have lunch with them at noon.
