The man laughed, "No, I will definitely tell you when I'm leaving."
"When will you leave?" An Ruo asked dejectedly.
She couldn't bear to see him leave, and he couldn't bear to leave either.
"The plane is at seven tonight," he said somberly.
Seven in the evening, four hours from now. They only had four hours left together.
An Ruo held back her tears, burying her face in his chest and murmuring, "I'm already very happy and satisfied that you could rush back for this."
Tang Yuchen lifted her chin, gazing deeply into her eyes, and said, "Baby, wait for me a little longer. Once I'm done with my urgent matters, I'll come back and never leave you again."
An Ruo couldn't help but smile, "I'm okay, and it's only a month away, not too long. I will wait for you."
Let alone waiting for him for a month, she would wait a year, ten years, a lifetime, if necessary.
As long as he still loved her, as long as he asked her to wait for him, she would always keep waiting.
