"Miss Wen?"
The flight attendant called her again with a gentle and polite smile.
Wen Xian then hurriedly responded, "Oh, okay, right away, I'll be right there."
After speaking, she took out her phone to snap a photo of the bouquet before carefully placing it back, as though even the kraft paper wrapping the flowers was too delicate to crease.
She handed her backpack to the flight attendant and held onto the white card, looking at it over and over again before finally, gently clutching it in her hand.
Before her eyes there were none else, all around was only you.
When she looked out the window again, the Qinghai sky was still so blue.
But for that moment, she felt as though she was still amidst that sea of flowers, a breeze blowing through, her surroundings filled with a gentle and sweet aroma.
To the side, a young man with a side part and glasses froze the moment he saw the woman wearing a black bucket hat and sunglasses—it's her—isn't that—
