Chi Yi's every step felt as if her feet were filled with lead.
Each step was extremely heavy and difficult.
When the plane took off and flew into the clouds, she looked down through the window. She could no longer hold back her tears and they poured down like rain.
Little uncle, goodbye!
Goodbye, Yingluo.
Chi Yi did not know when she would return, when they would meet again, or if they would ever have a chance to be together again.
She buried her face in her palms and burst into tears.
The flight attendant who passed by her quickly handed her a tissue and consoled her. miss, all banquets must end. My condolences.
From the stewardess's point of view, crying on the plane was nothing more than the pain of separation. They had seen this kind of situation many times.
Chi Yi took the tissue, thanked him, and wiped her tears dry. She then turned her eyes away from the window, as if she could see her hopes and dreams in the distance.
