Wei Anning suddenly looked up at Gong Ting, puzzled, and asked, "Gong Ting, is this my passport?"
"Yes. From now on, you will bear the surname Gong. Don't worry, it's not the Chinese tradition of taking the husband's surname after marriage, but rather…" Gong Ting hesitated briefly, "Once we're in the United Kingdom, I'll explain everything to you in detail."
Looking at the passport, Wei Anning couldn't shake the feeling that she'd been ensnared in a trap set by Gong Ting. Yet his open and honest expression seemed to suggest otherwise—that she might be overthinking it.
The two of them accessed a private jet through a special channel. It wasn't until this moment that Wei Anning truly grasped that she was leaving Beicheng, where she had lived for more than half a year. This city held her closest friends and the lover she cherished most dearly. But now, she had to leave, and didn't know when she would return.
