Xu Wang's name is a curse carved on his bones by his mother - an accident that should not have happened. The 29-year-old responsible captain held the control column in his left hand as he passed through the cumulus clouds. In his right hand he hid his father's old ticket stub from the crashed flight. His gentle smile always contained an inextricable alienation.
Until Xu Siyu appeared. Her dark brown curly hair swept across the threshold of the cockpit, and when her peach-blossom eyes rolled out with cold light, they were more dazzling than the starlight thousands of meters above. Ji Youning's pursuit was like a noisy engine, and he watched her back being pulled away, his knuckles making wrinkles on the captain's hat.
In the hotel late at night, the whiskey could not extinguish the distant smile in the picture of her uniform on the screen. But when she drunkenly stretched out her hand to hug her, the moment he leaned over and picked her up, she was shocked to realize that the heartbeat she had suppressed for a long time had long since become a trajectory that could not be circumvented.
But, does a person who carries the brand of "delusion" deserve this sudden fall?
Idea: You don't have to fight against the clouds and old wounds alone, love can be the fall that supports each other.