Sitting next to her was a woman around twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, with curly hair and a tight white sweater that outlined a captivating figure.
Soon after boarding the plane, she exchanged a few words with Chiang Xiao, but Chiang Xiao felt tense, speaking in a hushed voice.
She couldn't recall how many words she had exchanged in the tavern; back then everything was chaotic, urgent, and she hadn't paid attention to who else was there. What if someone from that night at the tavern was now also on this plane?
One of the things she learned from Meng Xinian was to be cautious. So, even if she's unsure, it's better to be careful.
The woman chatted with her briefly and noticed Chiang Xiao's lack of enthusiasm, so she stopped conversing.
Chiang Xiao appeared to be sleeping soundly all along.
She held back for a long time but couldn't any longer.
She reached out gently, tapped Chiang Xiao, and softly said, "Excuse me, could you please let me out?"
