Zhang Ziwen gripped the control yoke that had temporarily ceased its trembling, his eyes peering into the distance, calculating the time—it was still possible to parachute out.
"This… is your last chance, now… Parachuting can still save your life, please don't give up, okay?" Zhang Ziwen's voice was soft as he made his final plea.
Tang Ying gently shook her head, her delicate lips parting slightly: "…No more words… Can we just stay quietly for a while?" After she spoke, Tang Ying's beautiful eyes gazed at him, filled with endless tenderness...
