A direct flight from Singapore to Hong Kong, on flight 8-15—Ye Feng sat quietly by the window seat, gazing at the clouds drifting past outside, his eyes a bit hazy and unfathomable!
"Silly girl..."
In Ye Feng's mind was nothing but Zhang Zihan's voice and laughter, her every move, every smile—it was as if each one was a needle piercing into his heart!
From the time he protected Zhang Zihan, when they would fight daily, each finding the other unbearable,
to the times they were chased and had to rely on each other, sharing life and death,
to that rainy night of parting, and the ecstasy of reunion after long separation,
the blood-stained fried noodles, that heart-wrenching rainy night of farewell, that eager search at the concert!
This was first love, as well as an eternal adoration that would last a lifetime!
At this moment, the plane was already filled with passengers, and next to Ye Feng sat a woman in huge black sunglasses, flamboyant and glamorous!
