On the return flight, Bai Yiran's face looked heavy, and she seemed constantly distracted.
"Girl?" Leng Yichen called her once, but she didn't respond, her brows furrowed, deep in thought.
Leng Yichen was a bit worried; Bai Yiran had been in this state ever since they came back from the square.
"Bai Yiran!" Leng Yichen raised his voice.
"Hmm?" Bai Yiran finally snapped out of it and looked at Leng Yichen, "What's wrong?"
Leng Yichen reached out and pinched Bai Yiran's fair little face, "I should be asking you, what's going on?"
"Nothing…" Bai Yiran smiled, turned around, and asked the flight attendant for a cup of ice water. She felt like there was a fire burning inside her, and she needed something cold.
Leng Yichen didn't believe her; he turned Bai Yiran's shoulders, "You're lying! Quickly tell me what's happening?"
Leng Yichen wracked his brain but couldn't figure out what could have happened in just two days to put Bai Yiran in such a state.
