Seeing Ning Xia standing still in a daze, Su Zaozao's brows furrowed into small mountains. She pulled Ning Xia down to sit and began to wipe her hair with her own hands.
Wiping, a sudden thought struck her, and she abruptly stopped her movements, saying anxiously, "That's right, Ning Xia, Bo Siyan is leaving Chicheng today; they say he's already on his way to the airport. Hurry up and change your clothes; I'll drive you to the airport—you might still be able to see him one last time."
Although she was telling Ning Xia to let go, deep down she was still hoping that the lovers would eventually be united.
She didn't believe that Bo Siyan could stop loving Ning Xia. Perhaps if the two of them had a proper talk, there might still be a chance for things to turn around.
But Ning Xia withdrew her hand, gently shaking her head, "No need."
