Xu Qiaoqiao had already been waiting in U City for ten days.
During these ten days, she couldn't search outside the border; she could only wait.
The days spent waiting were filled with the most pain and torment.
The special forces had other tasks to complete, so they left first. Even the SWAT team had given up on the search.
Indeed.
A normal person, after ten days without being found, would almost certainly be dead.
And that river flowed so swiftly—after ten days, no one knew where he could have drifted.
Her father had disappeared, without even leaving a body.
Everyone understood in their hearts that Ye Qijun's chances of survival were virtually nonexistent.
But for some reason, deep inside Xu Qiaoqiao, she believed he was still alive.
The airport.
Xu Qiaoqiao silently turned back to look at the sky above U City.
Dad, I'm heading home now.
I'll wait for you to come back at home.
Thinking this, she lowered her eyes and followed the others onto the plane.
