A plane flying from a certain country to Jiang City in Hua Country malfunctioned and unfortunately crashed into the sea, carrying 178 passengers and 12 crew members, all of whom perished.
Qiao Zhiyi held Ye Xi, who was crying almost to the point of fainting, her heart stabbing with pain in spasms.
In the airport lobby, all the relatives of the victims were crying mournfully, the air thick with sorrow blanketing the area.
Breathing heavily, Zhong Yuqian ran over and embraced Ye Xi, "Don't cry, I checked, your mom and dad weren't on the plane."
The cries in Ye Xi's eyes instantly stopped, and her mouth trembled, "What, what did you say?"
"Your parents' names aren't on the list," Zhong Yuqian comforted her, "They didn't perish."
Qiao Zhiyi's tense heart fiercely relaxed upon hearing this news.
"Really?" Ye Xi's eyes brimmed with tears.
"Really," Zhong Yuqian held her, sincerely, "Trust me. Let's go home first, and we'll call them in a bit, all right?"