Zhou Yue's captain's uniform is always pressed and crisp, and the four yellow striped epaulettes are cold under the cabin lights. He was once a young man who wanted to conquer the blue sky, but in a scam in the name of love, his heart was broken into pieces. Now he is the ace of Zhou Airlines, as cold as the air current at an altitude of 10,000 meters, yet he is stuck on the same route as the instigator, Gu Siyi. He grasped the anti-smoking candy she gave him until the wrapper crinkled; he subconsciously opened his mouth for the wontons in her bowl; the mint black tea she handed him, when the coolness spread across his throat, there were ripples hidden in his eyes that even he was not aware of. Zhou Mu's shadow has never dissipated, and the fire under his ice is waiting for an opportunity to burn through all disguises.
