Finally, they left.
Once on the helicopter, Baili Xia's sorrow about parting vanished without a trace.
It wasn't that she didn't want to think about it, but she simply didn't have the chance to.
As soon as she got on the helicopter, she panicked and clung to the seat, gripping onto anything she could hold on to.
Her face was pale, and even her knuckles turned white. It was utterly terrifying.
The sensation of swaying, the feeling of completely entrusting your life to someone else — only those who've experienced it would understand.
That feeling is simply unbearable for the average person.
"What's wrong? You look so pale," Mu Xiaojiu, sitting beside her, furrowed his thick eyebrows.
Seeing her gripping the safety handle tightly, her fingertips shaking, he suddenly asked, "Afraid?"
Baili Xia didn't want to lie to him. She glanced at him sideways and slowly nodded her head.
"If you're afraid, why didn't you say so earlier?" Mu Xiaojiu felt a bit like laughing. This girl...
