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On the plane Bo Jiu was much more well behaved.

When Qin Mo glanced over, she was already asleep, her silver hair falling down over her nose bridge, looking strangely obedient.

The air stewardess came several times.

Qin Mo signalled her not to. He emptied a hand and covered her with a blanket.

He paused slightly when he looked at her face. Sometimes, he would think, if he had treated her as luggage and taken her along that year, perhaps, there wouldn't be so many regrets. Every time he thought about the little figure hugging the keyboard to sleep when he wasn't around, he would feel an indescribable pain.

Fortunately she was still here.

Qin Mo thought for a while, stretched out his hand, took off the amulet from his neck, and put it on her body. Next, he caressed her hair, and planted a soft and light kiss.