Lisan yawned and muttered, "I want to sleep..." as she made her way to a café near the airport.

Frounda frowned, exclaiming, "That idiot, she's late."

Lujain nodded in agreement, saying, "It's normal... it's a habit," as they sat at the café near the airport.

About two hours earlier, in a hotel room somewhere...

The ringing of a phone shattered the room's silence.

Inside, a young lady lay in a deep slumber, as if in a coma.

"Lisan: ZZ." (The sound of snoring)

"The phone rings ."

On the other end of the line was Lujain.

After a few minutes, Lisan stirred awake, disturbed by the ringing phone. She groggily searched for the phone and finally answered, "Hello?"

"Screaming....."

Lujain's voice crackled through the phone, filled with frustration. "We have a plane at 11:00 PM. It's already 8:00, and you're asleep, you idiot!"

Lisan's eyes widened in panic as she realized the predicament. "I'm in trouble... oh no!" 

She quickly shook off her drowsiness and hurriedly prepared to leave.

"Lisan: Darn it... I'm too late."

After two hours, Lisan finally arrived at the café where Lujain and Frounda were waiting. Their eyes shot daggers at her.

Lisan tried to break the tension, weakly saying, "Hey, hehe."

Lujain's voice dripped with annoyance, "Are you stupid or what? "

Lisan chuckled nervously, admitting, "Hehehe, yes..."

Frounda patted her on the shoulder, remarking, "And you're also late."

Lisan's face dropped with remorse, muttering, "I'm sorry..."

Lujain and Frounda sighed in unison, exclaiming, "That's what you always say..."

Lujain urged them, "Come on, come on... we're already late."

Lisan and Frounda nodded in agreement, and they all hurried towards the airport gate. They completed the boarding procedures and checked their luggage in the plane's baggage area. Once settled in their seats, they awaited takeoff. As the plane's doors closed, the pilot's voice came over the intercom, announcing the upcoming departure. "This is flight number 101 from Paris International Airport, France, to the capital of China, Beijing."

In our story, the journey is not merely about traveling from one place to another; it's about embarking on a voyage into someone's heart to escape the ghosts of the past.

Inside the plane, the flight attendants went through the safety instructions while the aircraft prepared for takeoff. Passengers fastened their seat belts, feeling the gentle turbulence caused by the ascent. The pilot's voice resounded through the cabin, welcoming everyone aboard and providing information about the flight duration and expected weather conditions in Beijing. Some passengers peered out of the windows, marveling at the city gradually disappearing below, while others settled in for the long journey ahead.

Lisan, in her late twenties, found herself seated near a young man. As the plane took off, he, with striking features and a wine-colored complexion, dressed in a black tracksuit and a white cap, clasped Lisan's wrist tightly, apologizing, "I'm sorry, but I have a phobia." As his grip tightened.