Lu Fengxuan grasped the boarding ladder's rope and stepped upwards, one step at a time.
Her head tilted back, the fierce gusts blew her white shirt bloated against her bony frame, yet she emanated an indestructible toughness all over.
Against the night sky filled with stars, she resembled a butterfly poised for flight, exuding startling beauty.
Lu Xingye stood below her, holding the rope at both sides when he unconsciously looked up and witnessed this beautiful scene.
His dark pupils contracted, and his nearly silent heart began to thump loudly.
In that moment, he suddenly understood why he had persevered to crawl out of prison.
After boarding, Lu Fengxuan curled up in her seat, hugging herself. Possibly due to the cold breeze, her stomach was cramping painfully.
She made no sound, and Qin Sen, lying in the seat behind her, was sleeping with his eyes closed, completely unaware of her sudden condition.
After a while.
