Plane Crash!

A thousand meters in the air.

A wave of panic and grief spread rapidly.

The emergency exit could not be opened. All they could do now was pray that the plane could make a successful emergency landing.

In the violently shaking cabin, Dong Xuebin took out his phone and turned it on. At the moment before death, he wanted to hear his family's voices one last time. There were too many attachments he could not let go of.

Two bars of signal popped up. It seemed he could make a call. It was not that phones could not function on planes, but that their signals constantly exchanged information with ground stations, potentially interfering with the plane's navigation and communications. That was why airlines prohibited passengers from using their phones. But now that the plane was about to crash, none of that mattered. Dong Xuebin directly dialed Mom's number.

Beep, beep, beep... Beep, beep, beep... Beep, beep, beep.

Click. The call connected. "Hello... Xuebin... wha... when are you coming back...?"

Luan Xiaoping's voice came through in fragments. The signal was terrible.

The moment he heard Mom's voice, Dong Xuebin's throat tightened. "Mom."

"Why is it so noisy?" Luan Xiaoping asked curiously. "What's that sound over there? Where are you?"

"Uh, I'm dancing at a disco. It's a little loud, haha."

"Why did you go to a place like that? Don't go running around with just anyone. Come home early. Before you come back, call Mom, and I'll tidy up the house."

Dong Xuebin's heart ached. He had a bellyful of things to say, yet he could not say a single word.

"Xuebin? Did you hear Mom?"

"Mom, thank you."

"What are you thanking me for?"

"Nothing. I just wanted to thank you." As he said that, Dong Xuebin's eyes unknowingly grew