SOLA'S POINT OF VIEWThe flight home was sterile, thick with false calm. Every vibration of the engine felt exaggerated, like the plane itself was trying to whisper something to me. The air smelled of recycled nerves and cabin pressure, but it was the quiet that unnerved me most. There were no crying babies, no loud businessmenbusinessmen, just silence and the low hum of something I couldn't name. I stared out the window as clouds broke around us, feeling the gravity of everything I had left behind.Shanghai shimmered below in its smog-laced glory, the city slipping away like a half-remembered lie. Eli's face flashed behind my eyes, that smirk, that stare, that f**king cryptic way of speaking like he knew exactly what would happen next. His words clung to me, wrapping around my ribs and sinking in deep. We hadn't touched, not really, but I felt the echo of him in my bones. I hated how much I remembered.The tea beside me had long gone cold. I hadn't taken a sip, hadn't moved beyond th
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