This height...
Could this be what Jask calls 'the heavens'?
Lin Xian returned to his senses, staring at the little TV screen in front of the headache-inducing cabin seat, feeling that since the fireworks display last night, VV had been unusually quiet.
"VV?"
He tried calling out.
"I'm here, Lin Xian."
VV's voice sounded very low.
"What's wrong?"
Lin Xian asked in surprise:
"Ever since we set off fireworks for Zhao Yingjun yesterday... you've been like a battery out of charge, very silent. What are you thinking about?"
"I don't know, Lin Xian..."
VV said through the Bluetooth headset:
"Even though I'm not thinking about anything, I'm feeling... an indescribable feeling, as if my mood is very bad."
"Mood?" Lin Xian chuckled:
"Aren't you incapable of understanding emotions? You don't understand feelings, right?"
"Indeed, I cannot understand them."
VV answered:
