The trip to Argentina was quickly decided, and, the next day, Ji Nuan followed Mo Jingshen on the plane.
Perhaps because the air pressure in the cabin had dropped too low while flying over the Pacific Ocean, she had a headache this time although she had never felt anything on an international flight before. She spent most of the long flight resting her head in the arms of Mo Jingshen. When her head ached too much, she would raise her hand and gently knock at her head. Seeing this, Mo Jingshen would hold her hand and massage her head gently.
Mo Jingshen kept massaging her head and the little woman gradually fell asleep in his arms, but his hands did not stop.
After two hours, Ji Nuan woke up. When she opened her eyes and saw Mo Jingshen, she smiled at him. "I just had a dream."
Mo Jingshen looked down at her. "What was it about?"
