Late August, airport.
Lin Xuan, Xia Fan, and Sun Yaohuo were at the airport together to see Lin Yuan off. This time, Sun Yaohuo wasn't wearing a mask or sunglasses. His initial desire to avoid being recognized had transformed into an urgent wish to be recognized by passersby.
"Isn't that a celebrity?"
"It really looks like one!"
"What's their name again?"
From a distance, the sound of murmuring suddenly reached them.
Sun Yaohuo puffed out his chest and turned to smile at the crowd, but the next instant his smile froze. He noticed several people rushing toward Xia Fan, some holding up phones to take pictures while others pulled out notebooks to ask for autographs...
"Xia Fan!"
"Xia Fan!"
The excitement was theirs.
Lin Yuan had just boarded the plane moments ago, and Sun Yaohuo already felt waves of *loneliness creeping up on him* in the vast airport, getting numbly pushed toward the outskirts of the crowd.
"..."
