Finally, the plane took off for America.
In this plane, there were only four people: Ji Nuan, Feng Ling, Nanheng, and Mo Jingshen.
Nanheng was covered in the scent of smoke. Before climbing aboard, he had pinched off a cigarette bud. Recently, he had been smoking much more than usual.
Feng Ling sat slightly further away from them, right against the wall that separated them from the pilot's room. Occasionally, she would chat with Ji Nuan.
Compared to the two women, the two men were much more silent.
Nanheng calmly reclined in the chair, appearing like an elder with his arms crossed. He closed his eyes and prepared to sleep.
Mo Jingshen turned slightly. For now, he was unable to make any large movements and could only lean against the window lazily. As he watched the scenery outside, his eyelashes cast a gentle shadow on his face.
Ji Nuan nearly forgot about the frightening experiences they had gone through.