Zhang Ziwen fell silent. He had experienced her stubbornness before and knew he wouldn't be able to persuade her otherwise. His feelings echoed those of An Yun, moved by their shared predicament, their shared fate.
This final roundabout could be their last goodbye to the people on the ground. The plane's nose again pointed towards Runway 3. The night flight guide lights on either side of the runway dazzled, their light stretching towards the runway's end, where nothing but darkness awaited...
