Larissa did not know how many times she had come to and left Bartham Airport. The weirdest thing about it was that whenever she was here, her mood would become strangely grave—it was as if she had gone back to that fateful day when she left Caldor six years ago.

"Time to go." When it was almost time to board the flight, Lewis helped Gary up before reaching out to grip the handles of the wheelchair.

"Okay." Feeling the wheelchair move, Larissa put away all her nonsensical thoughts and gripped the phone that Kevan forced into her hand last night tightly.

Gary was walking next to her, and he saw that phone. Snorting coldly, he sneered. "We're about to leave, and he doesn't even want to come see us off!"

He had not named the subject in his words, but Larissa knew who he was complaining about. She flipped the phone over, and the screen lit up because of her actions—there was still no word from him. Larissa pressed her lips tightly together, and the empty hole in her heart felt cold.

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