Taking the nearest flight, ning Qing flew to Ying city almost without any preparation.
In the cabin, most of the passengers were in a light sleep, and she was the only one who was staring blankly at the dark clouds outside the window.
Everything was her fault.
She shouldn't have not believed Lou qingyue's words, which was why things had come to this.
If Nian lie was really dead, how was she going to explain it to Nian che and Lu Zhui? And Ruan Yi and ran ran's former self?
Ning Qing's eyes hurt as if she was about to cry again.
She did not know why her heart ached.
However, that feeling was too real and too strong. She could not ignore it, nor could she restrain it.
He couldn't die.
How could he die so easily?
Ning Qing tried to persuade herself. She quickly wiped away the tears at the corner of her eyes and adjusted her breathing.
Four hours later, the plane landed smoothly on bamboo city's land.
