September 30, morning, Imperial Airport.
A young girl with delicate features, carrying numerous bags, entered the waiting hall.
She looked around eighteen or nineteen, had fair skin, a tall figure, and sported two strikingly long legs that caught the eye.
As she jogged along, looking flustered, she shouted over her shoulder:
"Su Su, hurry up! If we're any later, we might miss the flight!"
Following behind her was another young girl of a similar age.
The girl had a bob haircut, was on the short side, looked sweet and cute, with a little tuft of hair sticking up adorably on top.
Sleepy-eyed, she ran breathlessly, muttering in a playful voice:
"Han Han... slow down a bit. I don't have long legs like you, can't run that fast..."
Hearing Su Su's words, Zhou Menghan turned around, glaring fiercely at her friend:
