The airplane was like a silver battleship sailing through the vast sea of clouds, gracefully navigating the endless layers of clouds.
Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the clouds, casting a dazzling golden fringe on this vast white cloudbank world.
The cabin gradually became enveloped in a characteristic tranquility. This quietude, unlike the stillness on the ground, came with a slight roar—the continuous hum of the airplane's engines, yet it became the unique background music for high-altitude travel.
Light passed through the tightly arranged small windows, softly and evenly sprinkling on each passenger, coating the cabin in a layer of warm gold.
Some passengers closed their eyes to rest, enjoying this rare peace; others gently flipped through the pages in their hands, with words leaping at their fingertips, thoughts drifting far away; there were also those who gazed at the unpredictable sea of clouds outside the window.
And Chen Yun was "asleep" on the plane.
