Three days later, on the plane to Italy, a handsome man and a beautiful woman sat in the first-class cabin. The man crossed his legs, holding a book and flipping through it, looking very focused.
But beside him, the beauty twisted like a worm, constantly turning her head to look towards the economy class behind them.
The movement wasn't small, so the man had to press her shoulder with his hand, applying slight force, and said, "I don't think you have airplane restlessness." He turned his head to look at her, speaking indifferently, "So, be quiet!"
The woman turned to glare at him but then was slightly startled. A small window let a layer of sunlight in from outside, illuminating half of the man's face, making it look like he was glowing, very striking.
She steadied herself, lowered her voice, and said, "Qi Fang, I have a feeling something's off, like someone followed us onto the plane."
"The plane is already taxiing!" Qi Fang said.
"So what?"
