Time flew by, and the years slipped away like a shuttle.
Before long, it was mid-October 2005.
Over the past few months, Lin Yuan had "recovered" from his injury and returned to complete the remaining filming for The Spy King 2.
With filming finished, Taylor Swift, Director Cohen, and the others entered an even busier period of pre-release preparations.
Lin Yuan, meanwhile, had temporarily become free. He planned to use this time to relax properly.
At Grand Central Terminal in the heart of Manhattan, New York City, crowds streamed beneath the towering dome.
Wrapped up tightly and disguised, Lin Yuan stood in the station hall once more, unable to help feeling a little sentimental.
Without realizing it, several years had passed.
The last time he had stood here, he had been an unknown nobody.
But today, he was already a super-rich man known by everyone around the world.
Lin Yuan looked around and found that no one was paying attention to him. The situation he had worried about—being recognized—had not happened.
Then again, who would have expected someone like him to travel without taking a private jet?
Even if he took a train, he would surely use the VVVVIP passage instead of standing in the main hall like this.
Lin Yuan wore a long black coat on top, light blue jeans below, and pulled along a large black suitcase.
He looked like a college student heading out on a trip. With his hat, sunglasses, and mask concealing him, it was perfectly normal that people could not connect him to the dazzling figure they saw on television.
Lin Yuan's eyes continuously swept through the crowd, and he quickly spotted that figure.
Although Liu Yifei was also wearing a mask and hat, Lin Yuan recognized her at a glance.
Today, Liu Yifei