An Ziqi forced herself to remain stationary, clutching tightly onto Xiao Yining, her palms already drenched in cold sweat.
Screams echoed from the rear cabin, sporadically punctuated by the sound of gunshots.
An Ziqi wondered how Xiao Moli and Tang Shan had managed to prevent intruders from rushing towards their direction, potentially causing harm.
The flight staff huddled together in the rear, quietly weeping.
Desperately trying to convince herself not to look back, each passing second and minute seemed excruciatingly long for An Ziqi.
After what seemed an indefinite amount of time, the gunfire finally began to subside.
Just as An Ziqi was about to let out a sigh of relief, the plane once again took a drastic plunge.
A figure was thrown into the air. An Ziqi looked up to see Xiao Moli being tossed about in mid-air, his fingers clutching the seat not far from her.
"Xiao Moli!" An Ziqi screamed, making a move to reach out for him.
