Peninsula: These female celebrities are all so neurotic.

Chapter 57 Airport Farewell

Choi Sulli parked her car on the side of the departure level driveway without turning off the engine.

The car headlights blinked, just like Choi Sulli's anxious heart.

She kept both hands on the steering wheel, her eyes fixed on the windshield, refusing to turn her head to look at the passenger seat.

Liu Zimu didn't move; his seatbelt was still fastened. He turned his head to look at her.

Sulli's makeup was exquisite, but her lips were tightly pursed.

"Well, that's the truth. I'll be going now."

"Okay, get off the bus." She raised her voice a little.

Liu Zimu reached out and unbuckled his seatbelt, making a loud click that echoed in the quiet car.

Choi Sulli gripped the steering wheel even tighter. At this moment, she was completely different from the fearless person she was after awakening her memories; she was very vulnerable.

"Then I'm really leaving." Liu Zimu glanced at her.

"Okay, Oppa."

Liu Zimu opened the car door, and a cold wind rushed in. Half of his body was outside and half inside. He turned to look at her.

Sulli didn't turn her head, but her eyes were red.

"Don't look at me," she said, her voice starting to nasal. "You'd better leave quickly, or I won't be able to bear it."

Liu Zimu stared at her for two seconds, then pulled his foot back and closed the car door again.

The cold wind stopped, and the carriage became quiet again.

"What are you doing?" Choi Sulli finally turned her head, holding back her tears. "Aren't you getting on the plane? The ticket doesn't cost money, does it?"

"You're crying, how can I leave?"

"I didn't cry." She sniffed, rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand, smudged her eyeshadow a little, and said, "Me, Choi Jin-ri, crying? Are you kidding me? You'd better leave now, I have a schedule to attend to, I don't have time to waste with you."

Liu Zimu didn't move.

Choi Sulli looked at him, her lips twitched slightly, but she held it in again.

"Do you know how annoying you are right now?" Her voice was already starting to change. "I told you to leave now, don't you understand? Don't you understand Korean? Do you want me to speak in Chinese?"

"Go away." She pushed him, on his shoulder, but didn't pull her hand away, holding him tightly.

"I'll be back soon," Liu Zimu said. "I'll call you when I get to China."

"Um."

"I call every day."

"Um."

Choi Sulli loosened her grip, a tear falling from her eye: "Liu Zimu, you really are coming back, aren't you?"

Liu Zimu felt a surge of tenderness in his heart and suddenly hugged her, saying, "I'll come back, don't worry."

"You're mine." She hugged him back. "Even if you run off to China, you're still mine. If you dare not come back, I'll burn down your coffee shop, turn your mansion into a public toilet, and then come to China to find you."

Liu Zimu smiled, reached out and ruffled her hair, which was smooth and silky: "Okay, whatever you say."

He opened the car door and this time he really got out.

Choi Sulli rolled down the car window, looked up at him, and was still crying.

"Liu Zimu".

"Truth, I am here."

"Saranghae! Saranghae! Saranghaeyo..."

Liu Zimu clenched his fists: "Me too! I love you too."

He didn't dare look back and went straight into the departure hall.

Sulli could no longer see him. After a while, the car drove away, merging into the traffic and getting farther and farther away.

Liu Zimu stood at the entrance of the departure level, watching the car disappear around the corner. After standing there for about ten seconds, he turned around and entered the terminal.

"That silly girl!"

Inside the car, Choi Sulli drove onto the main road at a slow speed. When the brake lights of the car in front of her flashed, she also stepped on the brakes.

His eyes were somewhat unfocused.

Is she good enough for him?

This thought started popping into my head last night, even in my dreams.

I was thinking about it when I was putting on makeup this morning, when I was leaving the house, and it got even worse when I got to the airport.

He's such a good person, why did she have to be the one to meet him?

A crazy woman who is universally condemned online, a washed-up artist who is treated like a hot potato by her company, and a person whose mental state even she herself feels is not quite normal.

He should have had better options.

Although Bae Joo-hyun also seemed to be in a bad mental state, she is a fourth-generation beauty icon. This year, she became incredibly popular just by wearing a white dress, putting on a flower, and twirling around.

Not to mention their commercial value, which is far, far greater than hers.

Park Chae-young is young and beautiful, and her group is a global sensation.

What does she have?

She has nothing.

Aside from the memories he gave her, the shared secrets, and the codes he thought she didn't know but actually she did.

He knew about her past, but he didn't care.

But... what about myself?

But... she didn't want to let go.

Choi Sulli bit her lip, her teeth sinking into the lip gloss, tasting a hint of chemical sweetness, and a faint metallic taste of blood in her mouth.

Liu Zimu, please let me be selfish just this once.

She stepped on the gas, the car accelerated, and drove towards the event venue.

"The regret of not being able to have you."

"It turned into tears and flowed down."

"I love you, and I still love you."

"I so desperately want to have you."

"Can't you just stay by my side forever?"

......

The stereo was on, and the radio was playing a ballad. She reached out and turned up the volume, and the song echoed throughout the carriage.

She hummed along for a couple of seconds, then burst into tears.

In the parking lot, Park Jung-soo was already standing next to the van, holding an itinerary in his hand. When he saw her car drive up, he jogged over.

"Shirley, why are you so late? The makeup artist is getting impatient. You're getting more and more disobedient..."

"Jungsoo oppa." Choi Sulli turned off the engine, opened the car door, and her face had been cleaned up, with no trace of her crying.

"Um?"

"Could you please reduce my schedule in the future?"

Park Jung-soo paused for a moment, then said, "It was decided by the company..."

"Jungsoo oppa." Choi Sulli looked at him, her eyes full of stubbornness. "From now on, let me review my schedule before signing anything. If the company doesn't agree, then let Kim Youngmin put me on hiatus again."

After saying that, she opened the door of the van and got in.

Park Jung-soo stood there, holding the schedule in his hand, his mouth opening and closing repeatedly.

Is this woman crazy?

On the plane, Liu Zimu was unaware of Cui Xueli's inner thoughts.

He was putting his suitcase onto the overhead luggage rack.

Then there was a girl next to him, whose box seemed a bit heavy. She tried to lift it twice but couldn't, so he instinctively reached out and helped her.

"Thank you," the girl said in Korean, turning her head.

She was wearing a pink knitted cardigan, her hair was loose, and she was wearing a mask, revealing large eyes with light-colored pupils.

"You're welcome." Liu Zimu smiled, feeling that the person was somewhat familiar, but he couldn't recognize them.

The two of them were even sitting next to each other.

After a while, the girl started listening to music.

The plane began takeoff, and the girl quietly took off her mask to drink water.

Liu Zimu glanced at it casually.

Isn't that so-and-so?

(G)I-DLE, who just debuted this year.

He thought for a moment, what was it called again?

Yes, Song Yuqi.

I saw him on TV in a past life; he spoke in a very outspoken manner and danced with great energy.

What is she doing here?

They've just debuted, they must be quite busy, right? Why did she go back to China alone?

Liu Zimu's mind raced, but he didn't show it on his face or disturb the conversation.

Sulli had just told him not to flirt with Chinese female celebrities, and here he is?

"Are you the owner of the coffee shop who interacted with Rosé at the BLACKPINK concert?"

It's a pity that he didn't talk to anyone else, but Song Yuqi spoke to him first.

She became somewhat agitated: "You know what? I was there too."

Liu Zimu shook his head helplessly and said in Chinese, "Yes, it's me."