Lan Anran ignited the spices and a sweet scent pierced through their senses.
She placed the ignited spices near Mo Jinrong's nose and shut her eyes.
She entered Mo Jinrong's subconsciousness. They were on a plane and the young Mo Jinrong was chatting happily with a young girl.
Mo Jinrong stood up to go to the washroom while the young girl stayed in her seat. Suddenly she started to convulse all over, her eyes tightly fixed in Mo Jinrong's direction, one little hand stretched out while another clenched her chest. She looked tortured and eventually stopped moving.
"What happened?"
Lan Anran frowned. Just then, Mo Jinrong returned and saw his sister, her lips purple and face pale. He hugged her and wailed loudly.
"Ying'er! Ying'er!"
Mo Jinrong's condition wasn't stable and Lan Anran hurriedly left his subconscious. She was a little shocked.
