Lin Yi ignored Song Jininin and called the members of Team i.
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However, Song Jinmin did not follow them. He took a plane and left alone.
More than seven hours later, the plane landed at the airport in Doora.
As soon as he got off the plane, a familiar feeling enveloped Lin Yi.
This scene reminded Lin Yi of the time when Ji Qingyan came to Doora.
He could still clearly remember Ji Qingyan wearing a floral dress, sunglasses, and lace-up sandals. She looked as elegant as a celebrity who had come here to shoot an advertisement.
There was also that familiar LV store. Ji Qingyan wandered around it for a while, but in the end, she did not buy anything.
Only the Christmas tree in the middle of the mall was gone. The person accompanying him was no longer the smiling and arrogant woman from before “Brother Lin, why are you still in a daze? Let’s go.” Xiao Bing, who was walking in front of him, turned around and said.
“It’s fine. You guys go ahead first.”
Lin Yi followed them out.
Whether by coincidence or fate, when they arrived in Doora, the group checked into their usual hotel, the Sailboat Hotel, where he had stayed before.
Everything here was very familiar to him.
Ring ring ring!
Everyone had just settled down at the hotel when they received a call from Lu Beichen.
“You should be in Doora by now.”
“You even know about that?”
“So many people left with you. How could I not know?” Lu Beichen chuckled over the phone.
“From your tone, I don’t think you’ll care about this anymore.”
“Of course not.” Lu Beichen said.
“The Central Guards Brigade is that kind of place. You have to take revenge. Moreover, you personally arranged this. I’m relieved. Just treat it as training with Team 1.”
“Is there anything else you want to tell me?”
“The Central Guards Brigade is different from other organizations. Just don’t expose your identity.” Lu Beichen said.
“This is the only request I have for you. Do it well.”
“Understood.”
“I won’t say anything else. Make your own arrangements. Be careful and come back early.”
Gently, Lin Yi’s fingers brushed across the soft bed as if she was still beside him.
Whoosh!
Lin Yi took a deep breath and suppressed all his memories. Then, he walked downstairs.
People couldn’t always live in their memories. Some things needed to be faced in person.
He had to face it.
It was quiet as Lin Yi walked downstairs.
He had come here today to take a look. Now that he was done, it was time to go back.
But just as he was about to go back, Lin Yi suddenly stopped in his tracks.
His emotions, which had just calmed down, surged again like a storm, engulfing him like waves!
Lin Yi saw a photo frame on the cabinet beside the sofa. It wasn’t big, about half the size of an AZ, paper. It stood there quietly.
The photo on it was a photo of the two of them!
To be more precise, it was a photo of himself and Ji Qingyan!
Lin Yi remembered very clearly that it was a photo he had taken with her at home. It was very homely.
She sat on the sofa and she was in his arms. Her beautiful big eyes narrowed into crescents, and her smile was sweeter than honey.
However, this photo made Lin Yi unable to move.
When he first came here, he wanted to give her a surprise, so she didn’t prepare anything and followed him here empty-handed.
It was impossible to place the photos.
Ever since then, the two of them had returned to Zhonghai and never came here again.
But now, there was a photo of the two of them.
This meant that Ji Qingyan had most likely been here since then!
Then, she had placed their photo here!
However, they had been separated for a long time.This meant that during the time when everything went wrong, Ji Qingyan had come here and left a photo behind.
As Lin Yi suspected, upon hearing the news of his death, Ji Qingyan had dropped everything.
The day before, accompanied by Qin Yingyue, she had quietly come to Doora.
She discreetly left a photo of the two of them in the villa.
To her, this island felt like a grave, and the photo symbolized their past together.
In that moment, she buried all their memories on this island.
This gesture was Ji Qingyan’s unique form of tenderness.