Sang Siyang stared at the number he couldn't get through on his phone, his vision gradually blurring until tears began to drop down his cheeks and wet the screen.
A tall man of six feet sitting in the airport terminal crying his eyes out was particularly conspicuous.
A kind-hearted auntie couldn't help but approach and ask, "Young man, what's wrong with you? There's no hurdle in life that you can't overcome. Stop crying."
"I'm not crying, it's just too hot, and I'm sweating." Sang Siyang touched his face with his hand, got up with staggering steps, and walked shakily toward the exit.
The auntie couldn't help but cluck her tongue in disapproval and shake her head; it was clear he had come to the airport to meet someone and hadn't.
After leaving the airport, Sang Siyang told no one about this, as Qiaoqiao didn't want everyone to know. He hated himself for finding out too late, arriving too late, unable to see her even once.
