The plane finally landed after an eight-hour flight.
Chu Aotian received a call from the hospital before Rong Yan woke up and left first.
Rong Yan was in a deep sleep, and Li Shengxiao showed no intention of leaving. The others on the plane didn't dare leave and waited for Rong Yan to wake up.
Finally.
Her eyelashes fluttered slightly.
Rong Yan's fingers moved a little, her nose twitched uncomfortably, and she slowly opened her eyes.
The dim light shone down from above, a warm glow that was very comforting. She yawned, her mind still not fully awake.
Suddenly, a hand rested on her forehead.
The cool touch was soothing, making her want to squint her eyes.
"Awake?" His voice was grainy, deep and hoarse, stirring her heartstrings.
Rong Yan's ears felt pregnant with emotion, and she became more alert, blinking and sitting up from her chair. Looking out the plane window, she asked, "Why is it dark? How long did I sleep?"
