The helicopter's interior space was large, clearly divided into two sections, with the front pilot seats and the rear passenger seats separated by a partition. The rear was Huo Siyu's private space; the seats were spacious and the decor was warmly arranged.
The assistant closed the cabin door from outside and didn't board himself, leaving Shen Li unable to see the two pilots. For a moment, only she and Huo Siyu were left in the space.
"I'm, I'm sorry..." Shen Li stammered, her pale face blanching as her hands trembled with nerves.
She didn't even know why she was apologizing. She had long forgotten their last argument, and unsure about Huo Siyu's moods and temperament, she simply started with a submissive apology.
The closer she got, the clearer the faint scent of blood became—it definitely wasn't her imagination, Huo Siyu must have recently come into contact with blood.
"Why apologize?" Huo Siyu asked, his fingers tracing over Shen Li's somewhat pale face.
