C143 My Name Is Du Xiaomei

The airport at night was quieter than it had been during the day. A woman's soft, melodious voice came over the radio, the trunk wheels rustling on the white marble floor.

Han Yichen took out the plane ticket and passport from his pocket and put them in her hand. Yang Manny lowered her head deeply. Han Yichen had prepared all the clothes she wore, used, and changed her bag