The shimmering words gave Su Ziceng a rough idea of what to expect. She gave a bitter smile, and the conversation suddenly became heavy. Su Ziceng closed her eyes; she didn't want the pain in her eyes to be detected by others. That's social etiquette, and for now, she could only rely on herself.
Hang Yishao stood up and walked down the aisle, coming face to face with Pello. He didn't step aside, and since they were about the same height, neither yielding led to a blockage on the narrow cabin way, which caused complaints from those wanting to use the lavatory behind them.
"Excuse me," Hang Yishao said with displeasure. Only then did Pello step aside slightly to let him pass.
After Hang Yishao left, Pello walked forward, pausing briefly as he passed by Su Ziceng's seat.
The airplane hit some turbulence and shook a few times. Su Ziceng's closed eyelids also fluttered momentarily.
