In the skies above Kyoto, the national escort fighter jets cleared the way, as countless planes respectfully made way.
Escorted by the fighter jets was a long-haul private airliner, on which Wang Daniu and Sun Da Hu were seated.
As the plane soared through the clouds, facing the beautiful scenery outside the window, Wang Daniu's gaze was vacant and confused, as if lost in an unknown world.
Sun Da Hu sat beside him in silence, her heart filled with endless sorrow and sighs.
She couldn't help muttering to herself, "Da Niu, you're really too foolish. Why did you have to do this? You're more than capable of protecting yourself, so why make such a huge sacrifice?"
In Sun Da Hu's world, there was only Wang Daniu. She couldn't understand why he would risk his life to save those unrelated people and end up in his current state.
Sun Da Hu gently touched Wang Daniu's hand in an attempt to convey a trace of warmth and solace.
