When Fang Ruoxi showed up, nobody spoke, but everyone knew in their hearts. They kept glancing at Xiao Moyan’s cold profile. No one dared to say a word.  

With a light snort, Xiao Moyan cast a faint glance at Fang Ruolin, then turned and walked to the boarding gate without a word.

On the plane, after checking the seat number, Su Lianxue, guarding Xiao Moyan’s side, frowned again and glared at Fang Ruolin. Fang Ruolin brushed the hair on her forehead and turned her head away.

Pursing her lips, Xiao Moyan walked to her seat with no expression and sat down. When Fang Ruoxi sat next to her right after, she felt uneasy inside, but she didn't show it.

Leaning quietly against the chair, Xiao Moyan closed her eyes to nap. The sleepless night all hit her at this moment. Her sore and weak body touched the cushion and she fell asleep at once, not caring who sat beside her.

Fang Ruoxi didn't speak either. She secretly looked at Xiao Moyan’s profile, the straight nose, the rosy lips, the faint mint scent, and the soft hair on her forehead. It was the same perfect as in her memory.