Landed in Your Eyes by Chance

- - Thirty thousand feet in the air, my heartbeat is louder than the sound of the engine. Intern Liu Xuan met the man who occupied her entire window reflection on a flight to Shanghai. The Patek Philippe on his wrist was low-key and noble, but the sound of his knuckles tapping on the small table disrupted all her rationality. Is the sentence "I like beautiful ones" a compliment to the lights in Lujiazui, or the starlight falling on her eyelashes? Zhou Xubai is good at using economic models to predict risks, but he cannot calculate the probability of this encounter. When his eyes pretended to pass through the window for the 17th time but actually stopped at the side of Liu Xuan's face, all the airflow above the clouds became the trajectory of his heart. "Look at the Oriental Pearl Tower." -﹣But his eyes said, you are my landmark building. From the light and shadow on the glass of Hongqiao Airport to the midnight bell on the Bund, this started as an accidental landing and eventually became a persistent stay in each other's eyes.