The cabin of the silver-white fighter was bathed in a soft, cool light, and the metal seats felt faintly cold to the touch.
The aircraft glided steadily through the clouds. Outside the window, the skyline streaked past like flowing light, and the only sound was the engine's faint hum.
Lu Yuan turned sideways, his broad shoulders taking up half the seat. He still wore his black battle suit, and even in the cramped space, his tall frame looked relaxed and poised. Turning to Ye Qingyue beside him, he said softly, "Yue'er, I'll add you to a group chat."
Ye Qingyue rested her cheek on one hand as she gazed out the window. Her long, silvery-white lashes drooped like a dusting of snow. At his words, she blinked gently, a faint ripple stirring in her eyes, then obediently nodded.
The next moment, a notification popped up on Q-Chat: Lu Yuan had invited you to join the group chat "Love of Yuan."
"Love of Yuan..."
Ye Qingyue murmured the three words.
Sitting beside her, Lu Yuan raised a hand and awkwardly scratched the back of his head. His fingertips tapped nervously against the armrest as he explained, sounding a little embarrassed, "The others insisted on making this group. I couldn't stop them..."
He had to admit, even Lu Yuan—usually so composed, and not yet twenty—found this overly sweet, clingy group name embarrassing enough to make his cheeks warm. Even saying it aloud made him feel awkward.
Just then, Ye Qingyue leaned a little closer. Her silvery-white hair brushed his arm as she looked up at him, her eyes clear and earnest. Her voice was gentle, yet rang distinctly in his ear. "Do you love me?"
Though she had asked the question, the certainty in her eyes had already revealed what she believed