The four took a plane home, and Ling'er's spirits were low all the way. When they had first boarded the plane, Lin Yuanyuan kept chatting with Li Xiaoyao, but later, Li Xiaoyao closed his eyes to rest.
Lin Yuanyuan, finding herself bored, noticed that Ling'er's eyes kept wandering to Li Xiaoyao. Her eyes, bright and watery, combined with a strand of melancholy, looked pitiful.
"Little sister, what's your name?" Lin Yuanyuan moved to sit next to her, smiling with an innocent face.
Ling'er, somewhat unable to look her in the eye, murmured, "Nangong Ling'er."
Nangong Xuan, sitting beside them, pretended not to see and turned his head to put on headphones.
Li Xiaoyao's eyelashes flickered slightly. He pretended to rest, but in reality, he noticed every move of everyone on the plane.
"Nangong Ling'er?" Lin Yuanyuan blinked. "It's rare to have a compound surname, isn't it? So, where are you from?"
"From the north."
