Cars sped along the two-lane road, while a billboard flashed scenes from the latest movie featuring the renowned pop groups. Amid the buzz of everyday life, a plane touched down in Country S. Passengers disembarked and made their way toward different directions, some boarding a waiting train. Among them was a cinnamon-haired figure, eyes wide with confusion, taking in the unfamiliar world around her.
Everyone around her seemed too busy with their own lives to care about what anyone else was doing. At first, she felt embarrassed and nervous about approaching the passengers. But after a while, she instinctively followed her steps and found herself just a few steps away from the exit. Just as she was about to move forward, a loud commotion erupted behind her.
What she saw was anything but ordinary—a wild rush of girls chasing a man who was charging toward the exit… and toward her. No, they weren't just chasing him—they were stampeding in her direction. Her eyes widened in shock as the crowd closed in like a wave. Her body froze. Sweat soaked her back, her feet felt like stone, and her mind struggled to process the whirlwind of emotions flooding her—fear, confusion, awe—all tangled in the chaos around her.
Just as she was about to turn and run, her eyes caught sight of something familiar—a group in uniform, proudly bearing her nation's flag. A wave of relief washed over her. Without a second thought, she happily trotted toward them, leaving the aimless crowd behind.
As the man with glasses was shielded by his bodyguards, his eyes lingered on her. The longing in his gaze didn't go unnoticed. All around him, girls were screaming his name, chanting "Taifeng" with feverish excitement—but his eyes remained fixed on her. The way she ran toward her colleagues, the smile lighting up her face—it was all the same. Just like before.
But had something changed?
Yes. Absolutely.
Taifeng slowly took off his glasses, the lenses catching a flicker of the flashing cameras. He offered them a simple, practiced smile—polished, composed, unreadable.
But then, just for a moment, he looked back.
And there it was—a subtle smile playing on her lips. Not for the cameras. Not for the crowd. Just for herself.
In his last like he was not having any project for which he needed to be on the airport but this time to meet her he specially changed the time coinciding with her.
In his past life, there had been no reason—no project or schedule—that would have brought him to the airport that day. But this time, he had changed everything. Rearranged meetings, adjusted plans… all so their paths would cross. Just to see her again.
She didn't know it yet, but he had already taken the first steps to make her his. Quiet moves behind the scenes—calls made, plans set in motion—all carefully crafted to draw her closer without her even realizing.
As the crowd swirled around them, oblivious to the silent promise between the two, the game had quietly begun. And this time, nothing would be left to chance.