My online dating circle has millions of followers, why would she put a collar on me?

He turned and left the boarding gate, heading towards the arrival hall. He hadn't gone far when his phone vibrated in his pocket.

He thought Su Xiaoyue had landed ahead of schedule, but when he took it out, it was a message from Xia Anmian.

Baby: We're on the plane! Sit tight, we're about to take off!

Baby: I'll message you when I arrive.

Jiang Yi replied, "Okay, have a safe trip."

After sending the message, he added, "Get some rest when you arrive, don't overwork yourself."

Baby: Okay, stop nagging.

Jiang Yi looked at the "long-winded" person and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

He put his phone back in his pocket and quickened his pace toward the arrival hall.

The arrival hall was at the other end of the terminal. Jiang Yi walked through the passage connecting the two terminals, his mind racing the whole way.

Su Xiaoyue landed around 11:30, and he had about 40 minutes left.

In those forty minutes, he needed to figure out one thing: what to say and do after seeing Su Xiaoyue.

In what capacity did he pick her up?

Online dating partner? No.

A scammer? Not at all.

He was just an unlucky guy who was betrayed by his sister and cornered by a debt of 1.3 million yuan.

But he couldn't tell Su Xiaoyue these things. At least not now.

When Jiang Yi arrived at the arrival hall, the electronic screen showed that the flight from Shanghai was "landing".

He glanced at the time: 11:23. Su Xiaoyue landed.

He stood outside the arrival gate, looking at the tightly closed isolation door, and took three deep breaths.

Then he took out his phone and sent a message to Su Xiaoyue:

"Have you landed? I'll be waiting for you at the arrival gate."

After the message was sent, it was marked as "read" much faster than he had expected.

Little Moon: Honey!!! I just landed!!!

Little Moon: I saw your message as soon as I turned on my phone! I'm so happy!!!

Little Moon: Which arrival gate are you at? I'm coming out right away!

Jiang Yi glanced up at the sign above and replied, "Terminal 3, Arrival Gate B. You'll see me as soon as you come out."

Little Moon: Okay, okay! I'm coming right away!

Little Moon: Honey, are you very nervous? (✪ω✪)

Jiang Yi stared at the message, his lips twitching. She really could see through everything.

"A little," he replied truthfully.

Little Moon: Hehe, I'm so nervous too!

Little Moon: My hands are shaking right now.

Little Moon: Honey, wait for me a moment, I'll be right out.

Jiang Yi put his phone back in his pocket, stood outside the arrival gate, and looked at the isolation door.

Passengers continued to walk out of it.

Business people dragging suitcases, young parents holding children, students carrying backpacks, and middle-aged people pushing wheelchairs to take care of the elderly.

Everyone's face bore the weariness of a journey or the joy of returning home; everyone had their own story, and everyone had their own destination.

His story is about to reach the turning point he least wants to face.

The isolation door opened again, and a group of people filed out.

Jiang Yi's gaze swept across the crowd.

He saw her.

Su Xiaoyue was wearing a beige trench coat over a light blue floral dress, the same one she wore in the photo.

The skirt just reached her knees, revealing a section of her fair calves, and she wore a pair of light-colored flat shoes.

Her hair was a bit longer than in the photo, draped over her shoulders with slightly curled ends, gleaming softly under the terminal lights.

She was wearing a mask, only her eyes were visible.

But those eyes... Jiang Yi recognized them at a glance.

Those were the same eyes he had seen in the video call, bright and clear, as if they held the light of an entire galaxy.

At that moment, those eyes were looking around, filled with a joyful, undisguised anticipation, like a fledgling bird that had just learned to fly, flapping its wings and wanting to soar into the sky.

Then, those eyes found him.

Su Xiaoyue froze.

She stood in the center of the arrival gate, with the flow of people passing by on both sides behind her. Some glanced at her, some frowned, but she was completely unaware, staring straight at Jiang Yi without moving.

Jiang Yi also stood still, without moving.

The two people stared at each other from a distance of more than ten meters.

At that moment, all the surrounding noise seemed to disappear.

The flight information broadcast, the conversations of passengers, and the sound of suitcase wheels rubbing against the ground were all muted.

The whole world shrank to just the two of them, and something invisible and intangible that stood between them—the lie.

Su Xiaoyue's eyes reddened.

Those eyes, which had been bright and full of expectation just moments before, instantly filled with tears the moment they saw him, as if struck by something. And then…

She started running.

She dragged her suitcase and ran towards him.

The wheels of her suitcase screeched on the smooth ground, and the wind lifted the hem of her trench coat, revealing a corner of her skirt.

She didn't run very fast, and even stumbled a little, but every step she took was filled with a resolute determination.

Jiang Yi stared at the girl running towards him, his feet seemingly rooted to the spot, unable to move.

He didn't know whether he should go forward or retreat.

He didn't even know what kind of expression he should wear at that moment.

Then Su Xiaoyue arrived.

She stopped less than a meter away from him, panting heavily, her eyes red, with tiny teardrops clinging to her eyelashes.

She loosened the handle of her suitcase, raised her hand, and slowly took off her mask.

Beneath the mask was a face he had seen before, but never fully.

She laughed, cried, acted coquettishly, and felt wronged in the videos, but through the screen, those expressions always seemed to be separated by something, not real enough, not clear enough.

And now, she is right in front of him.

Su Xiaoyue's features were softer than in the photos; her eyebrows and eyes were delicate, her nose was straight, and her lips were slightly pursed, showing a hint of nervousness.

Her skin was very white, almost translucent. The birthmark on her left cheek had faded to the point of being almost invisible, leaving only a thin layer of light red, like it had been smudged with rouge.

That touch of light red did not detract from her appearance; on the contrary, it gave her a unique charm.

It's like a stroke that accidentally spreads across a traditional Chinese ink painting; unexpectedly, it's very beautiful.

She looked up at him, and tears finally streamed down her face.

"Honey, I've finally seen you!"