He couldn't say where exactly, but he felt that as long as he saw her, he'd just know.
The helicopter's engine roared loudly. Kang Chen closed his eyes but couldn't fall asleep. His mind kept replaying scenes from last night—the words Ming Mei had said to him. They were unclear in his head before, but now, as time passed, they became sharper and more vivid.
The more Kang Chen thought about it, the more uneasy he felt.
The Ming Mei he dreamed of last night was unlike any other moment he'd seen her before. Her eyes seemed to carry countless unspoken words.
She seemed...
Kang Chen dared not delve deeper into the thought. He suddenly wished that last night had been merely a dream; he prayed it was just a dream.
Perhaps it was because the aircraft had ascended too high, and the thin air made his chest feel even more uncomfortable than before.
He opened his eyes and asked the co-pilot, "How much longer until we reach the Imperial City?"
"Mr. Chen, about four hours left."
