Blue sky and white clouds, sunny days extend for miles.
Although flying about in the sky had become customary for Yan Fei, this was his first flight without using his own "Seventy-two changes" power. Needless to say, Miss Xu Xiaoyan was also experiencing this for the first time and, despite her attempts to stay calm, her heart was far from serene.
Yan Fei took her hand, which was tightly gripping his clothes, either from excitement or the fear of the plane falling, and said with a smile: "Imagine if the plane were to crash with so many people crammed together. We'll all blend into one big pile of flesh. It'll be such a bloody mess that nobody could even distinguish one person from another, let alone bury them!"
His knack for killjoy statements was so strong that any excitement or tension Miss Xu Xiaoyan had instantly vanished. She glared at him and muttered, "Can't you say something comforting? Somebody might toss you out of the plane for bringing bad luck with your words!"
