They'd been in the air for six hours now. Six hours of silence broken only by the tap of Li Feng's keyboard and the occasional footsteps of the flight attendants moving through the cabin with professional discretion.
"You should eat something, Third Master," Li Feng said, gesturing to the untouched meal the flight attendant had brought earlier. It sat on the polished wood table between them, beautifully plated seafood risotto that had long since gone cold, a crisp salad wilting at the edges, fresh bread that was no longer fresh. "It's a thirteen-hour flight. You need to keep your strength up."
"I'm not hungry," Mu Yunchen said flatly, not taking his eyes from the window. His voice was rough from disuse, and he realized he hadn't spoken since they'd taken off.
"Master...."
"I said I'm not hungry, Li Feng."
