The plane took off very smoothly, and Amanda Smith leaned against his shoulder, slowly waking up. Seeing Evan Willow sitting next to her, her pale lips moved slightly, revealing a smile: "Good morning."
"Morning," Evan Willow wouldn't tell her that it was already noon, twelve o'clock.
"..." It was only then that Amanda Smith realized she was already on the plane. She thought for a moment and found that she had no memory whatsoever; had she really slept that deeply?
It was almost as if she had died.
"It will be a long time before we arrive." He pressed Amanda Smith's head down onto his shoulder and said softly, "Go back to sleep. I'll wake you when you need to be up, okay?"
Amanda Smith nodded. Even after resting for so long, her complexion was still bloodlessly pale as if all of her blood had vanished in the previous days.
Even her fingertips were slightly cold, devoid of warmth.