Early morning.
The sun was shining brightly.
The roar of the plane's engine had not ceased yet.
When Shen Yue opened his eyes, he realized that he had, unusually, slept well.
He saw Li Yawei sitting just across him on a long chair, breakfast already prepared. Although porridge was the main dish, the side dishes were abundant. However, Li Yawei hadn't touched her food yet.
Seeing this, Shen Yue felt a bit apologetic and said, "If you're hungry, you could've eaten first."
Li Yawei smiled and replied, "Eating with... friends makes the food taste better."
Shen Yue smiled, looked out the window and said softly, "We are still flying."
Rarely had he flown for such a long time.
Li Yawei nodded, "The plane refueled once midway."
Shen Yue hadn't been dead asleep the previous night, and he knew that the plane had stopped once. He wondered where in Europe the plane was heading to. Were they really flying from the eastern part of Asia to the western part of Europe?