The man sitting on one side, despite having given up hope, still couldn't help but sneak a glance over from time to time to check on the two people's progress, and he immediately felt a surge of righteous indignation.
Mu Shuoqian winced with pain, murmuring, "You're murdering your own husband."
Gu Qili ignored him, drank some sour plum juice, then adjusted her seat back a bit and lay down.
The flight from Aus City to City A took three hours, and she wisely chose to sleep.
During the flight, Mu Shuoqian asked a flight attendant for a thin blanket, and gently covered Gu Qili with it, then tenderly tucked a stray lock of hair beside her temple behind her ear.
These most ordinary actions caught the eye of the bespectacled man sitting nearby,
Mu Shuoqian woke up Gu Qili just as the plane was about to land. She sat up groggily, saw Mu Shuoqian right beside her, and suddenly broke into a broad smile, hugging him tightly.
