After getting on the plane, Zheng Ren leaned on Xie Yiren's shoulder. He didn't even say a gentle word before he fell into a deep sleep.
There was nothing in his heart. When he completely relaxed, he couldn't hold himself back anymore. He slept soundly.
When he was woken up by Xie Yiren, he had already returned to the Imperial Capital.
Zheng Ren felt a little embarrassed after sleeping the whole way. Little Yiren did not move at all. She was afraid of disturbing Zheng Ren's sleep. Half of her body was probably numb.
"Are you feeling better?" Xie Yiren stretched her shoulders and asked with a smile.
"Uh... I'm fine. I think I'll be able to recover in a few days," Zheng Ren told the truth.