A wedding that belongs only to the two of us

On the plane to Prague, Yuchen rested her head on Gu Yihang's shoulder and squinted her eyes, looking a little tired.

Gu Yihang put down the newspaper in his hand, turned to look at her, and asked gently, "Are you tired? We'll be there in about two hours. "

"Yes." Yuchen nodded and said gently, "In the past, for all the journeys around the world, I wouldn't feel tired even after a dozen of hours on a plane. I guess I am old now."

"Yuchen, why do you sound like you're mocking me?" The smile on Gu Yihang's face widened.

Only then did Yuchen realize that she couldn't say that she was old, because the word 'old' could easily shock Gu Yihang, because he was too old for her to be.

She tactfully shut her mouth, while Gu Yihang gently caressed her head with a smile, "If you're tired, then sleep for a while. I'll wake you up after the plane lands."