Jingzhou to Port City by plane.
As Lu Xining just put her daughter in the seat and turned to stow her bag, Little Dumpling's hairclip that wasn't fastened tightly fell off and rolled across the aisle.
She clutched her favorite little pink fox, about to get down and retrieve it, when the handsome uncle across from her picked it up for her.
Lu Nuonuo gave him a brilliant smile, "Thank you, handsome uncle."
The man opposite, Zhou Jiawang, had a gentle gaze, "You're welcome."
Lu Xining arrived a bit late, and some passengers had already boarded the first-class cabin.
Hearing the man's familiar voice, she turned back.
At that moment, Zhou Jiawang was also looking up at her, his blue eyes filled with affection, remorse, and timidity.
"Ningning, it has been a long time."
A lot of time had passed since their last encounter.
Old Lady Zhou had her birthday party this weekend.
She specifically called to ask Zhou Jiawang to rush back for the event.