With Han Ye's hand in hers, Xiao Lei looked out the window for a long time, thinking about the last couple of months and how much had changed since then. She was no longer a struggling mother trying to make sure her son had everything he needed, and since her husband's disappearance--no, his death--she no longer felt as if she were the only one who cared for herself and her son.
Perhaps thinking about all these memories were a little too tiring on her, or perhaps she was just tired from all she ate earlier... But she soon fell asleep.
Han Ye smiled and leaned over to turn off the speaker in her helmet. He then adjusted his microphone and asked the pilot, "How far are we?"
"ETA in 35 minutes."
