The plane's engine was roaring, slowly sliding onto the runway at the scheduled time before accelerating and taking off. Soon, the private jet disappeared into Korea's night sky...
In the cabin, it was very quiet. Tang Shu sat close to Zhang Ziwen, her head gently resting against his shoulder. At the moment, this shoulder belonged to her alone. Nobody was competing with her, nor were they jealous of Tang Shu, this kind-hearted and gentle beauty. The other women knew the place Tang Shu held in Zhang Ziwen's heart. At present, only she had the privilege to be by his side, only she could shower Zhang Ziwen with endless tenderness - which Zhang Ziwen, recovering from a grave injury, was in need of...
