In the end, all eyes once again focused on Lin Ye.
Awaiting his final, and most important, answer.
At dusk, a silver-white high-speed train sped across the vast plains.
The cabin was quiet and stable, a stark contrast to the scenery rapidly receding outside the window.
Lin Ye sat in a spacious business-class seat, his gaze resting on the view outside.
The train was crossing a magnificent bridge over the river. The afterglow of the setting sun spilled across the wide expanse of water, its light shimmering like shattered gold upon the ripples.
The flight from Ninghai to Dongjiang was about two hours.
But the tickets were sold out.
In the end, it was Long Bohan who had managed to get him a ticket.
Even by high-speed train, the trip back to Dongjiang would take more than five hours.
He probably wouldn't get back to Dongjiang until after nine p.m.
Though he had only been away for a little over a month, Lin Ye felt an indescribably complex emotion stirring within him.
