Her breath caught slightly, and an ominous premonition surfaced. She stood up from her seat and said to Mo Xiaoman, "I'm going to the restroom."
"The flight is taking off in fifteen minutes, you..." Mo Xiaoman glanced at her watch, frowned, wanting to say something, but out of the corner of her eye saw that group of black-clad figures not far away. Her expression changed, and without speaking, she nodded to Qin Youxue.
Qin Youxue had already turned and was walking toward the airport restrooms.
Her heart was racing.
An unknown fear enveloped her.
She thought to herself, it shouldn't possibly be Mo Hexuan, he clearly took the drug she placed, even if he woke up, he couldn't possibly wake up in less than half an hour.
Yet her heart was pounding so fast it felt like it would leap out of her chest, her back drenched in a layer of cold sweat, an indescribable fear.
Fleeing on his birthday, doing such a thing on such a special day, she wondered how furious he would be.
