Chapter 15 end

The announcement of asking passengers to board the plane came out from the microphone, and Gray waited until the last moment to take any action. She kept ringing, maybe she should stay in the UK so that she could be closer to Nicki, maybe she should be in Ashburton Buy a house, visit Nikai's tomb every day, and accompany him; maybe, if she prays devoutly enough, she will go back to the past to meet him again. When boarding the plane, Gray tried her best, but she couldn't hold back the tears like broken pearls. This departure meant that she was truly and completely separated from Nikai, and she would never see him or hear him again. You can't touch him, you can't touch him.

Tears blurred her test line, Gray bumped into a passenger walking in front of her, and a duffel bag over her shoulder slid onto the lap of a first-class passenger. "I'm sorry," she said, looking up to see a pair of blue eyes on a handsome face, Gray's heart was beating fast, but she forced herself to regain her composure. Nikay's. The other party looked at her with interested eyes, and she quickly grabbed back her luggage bag. At this moment, she didn't want to look at any opposite sex. The only man in the world who could make her fall in love had already been lying in the cold marble coffin inside.

After taking the seat, the plane started to activate, Gray felt his heart was pierced, and tears kept flowing. There was an English man sitting by the aisle. Seeing her like this, he hurriedly buried his head in the newspaper. The "fasten your seat belt" light had already gone out, but Gray cried more and more sadly, and didn't notice what happened beside him at all. The man in the first class had champagne in one hand and two glasses in the other. A wine glass came over and asked the man sitting next to Greg to change seats with him, and of course he got his wish. "Hey! This is for you," he said.

With tears in his eyes, Gray saw him handing over a goblet full of wine. "Drink it, it will do you good." "Are you...American?" she asked. "I'm from Colorado, what about you?" "Oh... Maine," she said, taking the champagne, choking on it so quickly. "I... I have relatives living in Colorado." "Oh? Where?" "Chaddler City." Her tear pen was gradually shrinking. She looked up at him, black-haired, blue-eyed, just like Nika, and her tears welled up again. "My name is Dai, and my name is Dai Jide." He held out his hand.

Gray didn't respond.Dai Jide grabbed her hand and shook it firmly. "Nice to meet you." Instead of letting go, he stared intently at Grey's hand, and she pulled it back forcefully. "Sorry," he said. "Mr. Dai," she said, "I'm not a casual person, please go back to your seat with the champagne!" He didn't take the glass, and he didn't get up to leave. "If you don't go, I'll call the stewardess." He looks at Gray. Please, do not do that. Gray had already reached for the button, but a special look in his eyes made her pause.

"Please believe me, I've never been like this. I mean, I've never approached the opposite sex on a plane, but you remind me of someone." Gray had stopped crying, and the way he turned his head looked very familiar. "Who do I remind you of?" He grinned a little, and Gray's heart skipped a beat, which is how Nicki sometimes smiles. "It's ridiculous, maybe you won't believe it." "It doesn't hurt to try it, I'm a very imaginative person." "Well," he said, "you remind me of the lady in a certain portrait."

Gray immediately became very attentive. "When I was about eleven years old, my parents took my elder brother and I to live in England for a year. My father had a job there, and my mother always liked to drag my elder brother to antique shops, but I felt bitter. But one Saturday afternoon, I saw this portrait of a lady." He paused and filled the wine glass for Grey, "It's a miniature oil painting portrait, completed around the sixteenth century, and the main character is a young lady." When he spoke, his soft eyes never left her face. "I wanted to buy that painting very much at the time, and I couldn't explain why. I didn't just want to buy it, I had to own it at all." When he said this, he suddenly showed a very cute smile. "I'm not a person who is very good at acting like a baby to my parents. The price of the painting is not low, and my mother doesn't consider my request at all. However, I have never compromised with 'no'. On the second Saturday, I grabbed the piggy bank and went Go to that antique shop and use all my savings at that time—about five pounds or so—as a deposit for the purchase of that painting."

He looks at her. "The owner of that antique shop thought I wanted to be a collector, but actually I don't want to collect antiques, all I want is that painting." "Did you get it later?" Gray asked without even daring to breathe. "Oh, of course, my parents thought I was a bit crazy; they didn't think Elizabethan miniatures were right for a kid to own. But I wasn't discouraged, and I kept throwing away my allowance week after week. I paid it to the owner of the antique shop, and seeing this situation, they decided to help me, and when our family was about to leave England, my father drove to the antique shop and bought that little oil painting for me." Lean back in the chair, as if this is the end of the story.

"Is that portrait on you?" "I carry it with me all the time and never leave it. Would you like to have a look at it?" Gray had no choice but to nod.Daijid took out a small leather box from the inner pocket of the suit and handed it to her. She slowly opened the lid of the box, and saw lying on the black velvet upright was the picture that Nika ordered someone to draw for her. Gray took the portrait out of the box without asking the owner's consent, and turned it to the back. "I will find you." Jed read the words engraved on it. "The inscription is the word 'ke'. I have never been able to figure out the meaning of this sentence, nor can I figure out what the word 'ke' stands for."

"Korin." Gray blurted out. "How do you know?" "Know what?" "Colin is my nickname!" She stared blankly at him, and then really looked at him. He lowered his head to look at the painting, and then looked up at her. At this time, his movements, postures, and expressions were all exactly the same as Nikai's. "What kind of occupation are you in?" she asked softly. "I'm an architect." Gray took a sharp breath. "Have you ever been married?" "You're so straight to the point, no, I'm never married, but, to tell you the truth, I've escaped a wedding in the middle of it, and that was the worst thing I've ever done in my life."

"What's her name?" Gray's voice was almost inaudible. "Qin Cai, Qin Qin's, the color of colorful clouds." At this time, the stewardess came to their seats with the dining car. "What do you two want to eat? Beef? Or roast chicken?" Ji De turned his head and asked Ge Yi. "Come to dinner with me, will you?" She thought, what Nikai wrote was - I will find you, he said "soul", not "body". He smiled slightly when he heard the words, his appearance was simply a replica of Nikai. Gray secretly said in his heart, thank you, God, thank you!