Los Angeles Airport.

at four or five o'clock in the morning, Jian'an got off the plane and stood at the airport. She frowned slightly when she saw the sky was still dark.

I wanted to call Cheng Mo, but I thought he couldn't listen to the phone at all. She hesitated and stopped a taxi to go to Cheng Mo's Research Institute. Anyway, she knew the address of Cheng Mo's Research Institute.

in the car, Jian an looks at the familiar and strange place outside the window, and suddenly laughs at the corner of her mouth. I'm afraid she's the last to come to this place.

it's a little light....