But he no longer paid attention to her.
He crossed his arms, closed his eyes, and rested.
Xia Zhisu looked at his face for a long moment, then returned to her seat, bringing her blanket to cover him.
She lowered her head, carefully tucking the blanket around him.
He survived that explosion and spent half a year recovering from his injuries. She didn't know if his body had fully healed.
He must not catch a cold again.
He kept his eyes closed, his eyelashes trembling slightly.
When she walked away, he opened his eyes and looked at her thoughtfully.
Jing Rui picked up another blanket, and when Xia Zhisu sat down, he placed it on her shoulders, saying, "Young Madam, you've been on the plane continuously as well. Have a rest."
Xia Zhisu smiled, "You too, go rest."
Jing Rui bowed and stepped back, taking one more glance at the young master on the sofa, sighing heavily in his heart.
When the plane landed at the Ling Family's private airport, it happened to be lunchtime.
