As soon as Nangong boarded the plane, she curled Suming's arm into her embrace and fell asleep. This sleep carried her over the ocean and across high mountains… When the plane landed at the new airport in Yangchuan City, it was almost dawn after the luggage was checked in.
The chilly breeze outside the airport felt icy against the skin, making Nangong shiver and curl up tightly. Suming draped a coat over her before stretching out his hand to hail a taxi.
"I don't want to take a taxi! Let's walk back!" Nangong, having slept enough on the plane, was invigorated by the cold wind.
"Are you crazy? The airport is almost ten kilometers from downtown, big sister. Walking back would be exhausting!" Suming rolled his eyes and motioned with his lips towards the several suitcases on the ground: "Also, with all this luggage, if we walk back, will you carry it?"
"I don't care, I just don't want to ride back," Nangong said, whining and shaking his arm.
