On the private jet.
Nalan Ye Jue opened the airplane window and looked in the direction of the Imperial City.
Even though the plane had entered the clouds and it was impossible to see people on the ground, merely looking in Qin Xin's direction gave him a sliver of comfort.
He gazed for a long time, until the plane had left the Imperial City far behind, before he withdrew his gaze, opened his suitcase, and prepared to take out his tablet to work.
When the zipper opened, a small square box fell out.
He hadn't packed such an item in his luggage, so this must be...
The image of the little woman assisting him with his luggage when he boarded the plane flashed in his mind.
He smirked slightly.
A beam of light gently touched his tired and heavy face.
Opening the box, it turned out to be a small medical kit.
Neatly arranged inside were band-aids, alcohol wipes, fine needles, small blades...
