Valentine Teller looked at Mark Reed smugly, pretending to bite a few times, her teeth clashing with a crisp sound.
He glared at her, then tucked the ring back into the velvet bag, keeping it close to him.
Seeing him be so cautious, inexplicably, Valentine felt a bit sour inside.
Her heart suddenly sped up as she turned to gaze at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window, which suddenly seemed blurry.
A thin mist clouded her eyes, for reasons unknown, and her nose felt intensely sour.
She closed her eyes, letting that mist linger there, leaning back in her seat; even if she couldn't sleep, she definitely wouldn't open her eyes to see the person beside her.
Half-asleep, she dozed off.
"Miss, Miss..." A sweet voice suddenly called out, startling Valentine from her sleep.
Her eyes flew wide open, and in front of her was a delicately made-up face with a professional smile, softly saying, "The plane has arrived at Upsea Hongqiao Airport, wishing you a pleasant journey."
