At midnight, the departure gate was empty and quiet. There were only a handful of passengers scattering around the benches, either resting with a sleeping mask on or using their phones.1

Outside the large window walls was the wide expanse of the ramp, covered in the deep blue shroud of the night. Every once in a while, a plane would take off or land, the red aviation lights flickering and trailing faintly in the night sky.0

Gao Yang could tell that Qing Ling had been acting strangely since getting through security.0

While she spoke little, she had always been open and confident in everything she did, putting up no pretense. Now, however, she seemed a little agitated. While she was as expressionless as ever, she fidgeted often. It looked like she was either in a fight with...0