Luther looked around, but all he saw were countless travelers pulling their suitcases with their backs turned to him.
He lowered his gaze, clutching his phone as he approached people with the photo, asking if they’d seen her.
He didn’t care about his appearance at the foreign airport. He just kept shouting “Callista” over and over. After running through nearly the entire airport, he finally got an answer.
“She was sitting right here half an hour ago. The flight has already taken off.
“When you came in, she even looked at you. Are you sure you know her? If so, why didn’t she respond when you were shouting her name?”
Luther froze on the spot. He had missed her by only 30 minutes. He was so close to seeing her, yet somehow, he fell just short.
Exhausted and drenched in sweat, Luther’s heart felt like it had plunged into an icy abyss.
She had watched him run around like a fool, searching desperately, yet she hadn’t taken even a single step toward him to make herself known.
At that moment, Luther finally understood something. The hints and clues weren’t her way of giving him another
chance.
She had never intended to take him back.
“Fighting with your girlfriend, huh? You must’ve made a big mistake,” a passing traveler commented sympathetically while watching Luther’s desolate state.
“But girls usually have soft hearts. If you try harder, maybe you can win her back.”
But she wasn’t soft–hearted anymore. Luther’s throat felt unbearably dry at that moment.
“Thank you. She’s my wife, and I’ll bring her back.”
Callista’s plane finally landed the next day.
