Meng Xin Zhi took out paper and a pen from her bag and began to draw.
The flight would last thirteen hours; they were to depart at noon, and factoring in the time difference, they would just be arriving in Rome at dinner time.
She never slept on planes.
Upon landing, it was business as usual.
If she went over 24 hours without sleep, by the time she arrived in Florence, she could potentially sleep until the world went dark.
If everything went smoothly, her jet lag would automatically adjust.
Since she was very young, Meng Xin Zhi had been in the habit of drawing her dreams.
This habit had become increasingly meaningful as her drawing skills improved day by day.
Unlike before, even Van Gogh himself, upon seeing it, would have thought it was too impressionistic.
Even with the greatest imagination, it was impossible to conceive of such scenes with a mere mortal body.
...
"Ladies and gentlemen,"
"The plane is descending."
