Mu Sihan opened his heavy eyelids. All he saw was pitch black.
He did not know if it was during the day or at night now.
His temple was still in pain, as he forced his exhausted body to sit up on the bed.
"Fourth Brother, you're awake?" Lan Yanzhi's voice trailed over.
Mu Sihan pursed his pale lips tightly, his voice hoarse and low, "Is there any news about her?"
"Fourth Brother, the airline had found out that the missing flight FH3014, was in an incident that occurred at Mountain Yanmai in A Country. The plane had exploded and every passenger and crew on board didn't make it."
Mu Sihan's handsome but thin facial features were tensed, as his hands moved into tight fists. The veins on the back of his hands twitched. His eyes were completely blank, as if he was doing everything to suppress the sadness and hopelessness in him.
