Ning Xia was panting heavily as she ran, her voice carrying through the phone into Bo Siyan's ears. He asked with suspicion, "Why does your voice sound like that? Are you not feeling well?"
"No, I'm not."
She had rushed over on impulse, but when she actually saw the helicopter in front of her, she felt a sense of timidity that prevented her from moving forward.
The man was already sitting inside the aircraft. As she peered in through the small window, she could vaguely make out his figure, the corners of his lips still curled into a slight smile.
Seeing him was enough to satisfy her heart.
So she stopped, refraining from moving closer, her eyes fixed on him as she said, "Even though your stories aren't that great, they're still barely OK. I'm a bit sleepy now, so I'm going to bed, you... have a safe trip."
"That's it?"
"What?"
