"Boom~"
Amidst the roaring engine noise, a Boeing passenger jet rose into the sky.
Seeing the plane that Meng Qingqing was on gradually disappear into the clouds, Meng Lang finally withdrew his gaze.
But then he heard a sigh beside him.
"Really nice..."
Confused, he looked at Yan Weiwei beside him.
"What?"
Yan Weiwei was looking in the direction where the plane had disappeared, her eyes somewhat envious.
"Don't you think people with dreams are really happy? Knowing what they want to do and working hard for it, never feeling lost..."
"Uh..."
What dreams, what never feeling lost? Can I tell you that a few days ago this girl was still thinking about how to get by doing nothing?
"Wasn't your dream to become an expert of Huajin?"
"It used to be, but not anymore."
"Why?"
"If it's something that can be achieved with a single injection, would you still consider it a dream?"
Uh... So you're blaming me for it?
Is this what they call the perpetual longing for the unattainable?
