In the fifth year after the breakup, Lin Yang was directing flights at the tower and heard a familiar voice coming from the radio——
"CA981, request to land."
She raised her eyes and saw the Boeing 787 passing through the cumulonimbus clouds, like a late knife, cutting open all her dignity.
Later, when the cabin door opened, Fu Xun buttoned up the brim of his uniform hat, stretched out his hand towards her, and smiled like a bastard:
"Lin Zhi, are you still in charge of my take-off and landing routes?" - You are the only reason for me to deviate.
