When An Xiaoyu woke up, she found a blanket covering her, warm and comforting, her heart felt tender, like a grassy field under the sunlight.
She tugged the blanket towards Shen Yufeng and clasped his hand underneath it.
Neither of them spoke, but the feeling of mutual understanding needed no words.
After a long flight, the plane finally landed at the airport.
The rapid descent made An Xiaoyu feel uncomfortable and slightly airsick.
In the past, she always got airsick while flying, and her back would break out in a cold sweat.
But this time, traveling with Shen Yufeng, she felt much better than before.
Because with his companionship beside her, she felt safe and assured.
Shen Yufeng noticed An Xiaoyu's face was turning a bit pale.
"Not feeling well?"
An Xiaoyu shook her head, "I'm okay."
After all, she didn't want him to worry over such a little thing.
Shen Yufeng looked down at her, teasingly saying, "Should I carry you out then?"
