In the late hours, Lama Temple radiated an ethereal tranquility. Nestled within a secluded Zen chamber, concealed from prying eyes, an exquisite woman graced a wicker chair in the courtyard. Her gaze fixed upon the canvas of autumn stars above.
A bald-headed woman emerged, draping a blanket over the lady's legs with the utmost reverence. "Madam, the Young Master's plane has taken off."
"He's departed?" The stunning woman's eyes flickered towards the airport, a hint of apprehension playing across her features.
In the distance, points of light waltzed across the night sky, prompting a nostalgic sigh. "I wonder which of those shimmering dots carries Charlie."
Turning to the elderly lady beside her, she inquired, "Who is accompanying Charlie? Is Hogan with him?"
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