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My fingertips pressed hard against the cold metal edge of the console, my knuckles turning white.
Now is the time!
“Meng Xiao!”
I sent out my final command with my mind, trembling with an uncontainable anxiety.
In the cockpit, I believed that Meng Xiao was firmly locking onto the dashboard.
She would do it.
She had to do it!
Boom—!
It wasn’t the roar of an explosion, but a deeper, more sinister tremor emanating from the foundation of the control tower!
The screen in front of me flickered violently, snow instantly covering everything!
But this was different from before!
Zzzzt—!!
The sharp crackle of electricity echoed throughout the control room, accompanied by a smell of burning.
The lights flickered wildly, alternating between bright and dim.
I felt a wave of dizziness, as if the entire space was twisting and folding around me.
A powerful electromagnetic pulse!
It worked!
She successfully released the interference!
A blurry green light finally reappeared on the screen!
Flight KUN9371 is back!
A crackling sound filled the communication channel, followed by a trembling voice that seemed to have survived a disaster:
“Tower! This is KUN9371! We encountered severe electromagnetic interference! Requesting guidance for landing!”
It wasn’t a distress signal!
It was normal communication!
The cycle... was broken!
An overwhelming sense of joy and exhaustion washed over me like a tsunami, and I nearly collapsed in my seat.
“KUN9371, received!”
I summoned all my strength to steady my trembling voice and relayed the precise guidance instructions.
My mind was clearer than ever, every parameter, every angle etched into my consciousness like a brand.
Outside the window, the dawn was breaking, the sky tinged with a pale white.
A massive passenger plane landed steadily on the runway with a piercing screech.
The moment the tires touched the ground, it felt as if my heart had finally landed too.
Safe.
She was safe.
I abruptly pushed my chair back and dashed out of the control room without a second thought.
“Old Meng! Where are you going?!”
The shouts behind me faded into the background.
I rushed down the stairs, burst through the security door, and was met by the cold morning breeze mixed with the scent of aviation fuel.
The tarmac was already bustling with activity; fire trucks and ambulances flashed their warning lights while ground crew members ran about.
Passengers were making their way through the jet bridge, disembarking from the plane in a state of shock.
My eyes frantically scanned the crowd.
And then, I saw her.
At the edge of the crowd, she stood in a slightly disheveled co-pilot uniform, her short hair tousled by the wind.
She didn’t pay attention to the chaos around her; instead, she stood there with her head slightly tilted back, gazing in the direction of the control tower.
“Meng Xiao!” I called out her name.
Her body jolted, and she slowly turned her head.
The moment she saw me, tears streamed from her eyes like pearls spilling from a broken string.
I pushed through the crowd and ran toward her, and she ran to me as well. We embraced tightly.
Her body trembled slightly, and the cold tears soaked my jacket.
“Dad…”
Her voice was choked with emotion, fragmented and filled with endless grievance and repression.
“I’m sorry…”
My voice was similarly broken, tears blurring my vision.
“I’m sorry, Meng Xiao… Dad is so sorry for you…”
“I’ve always been busy protecting the sky… I… I didn’t see you…”
“I know…”
She was in my arms, her voice muffled.
"I know..."
There was no blame, no resentment.
Just a gentle "I know."
We held each other tightly, and the noise around us seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of us—father and daughter—in our own world.
After a long while, we slowly pulled apart.
Looking at her tear-streaked eyes, her pale face, and the fatigue she couldn't hide, my heart ached beyond measure.
"Let's find a place to rest for a bit, then we'll go home together."
I took her hand and led her to a corner of the airport waiting area where we sat down.
Sunlight streamed through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, dispelling the morning chill.
We sat in silence, as if there were a thousand words to say but we didn't know where to begin.
Finally, it was Meng Xiao who broke the silence.
She carefully took out a stack of items from her emergency manual folder.
It was a pile of tattered boarding passes.
Each boarding pass came from a different date, yet all pointed to the same flight—KUN9371.
The back of the boarding passes was filled with dense handwriting in ballpoint pen.
"3rd time, I want to be found."
"17th time, I want to be found."
"89th time, I want to be found."
...
"??th time, I want to be found."
The handwriting started off neat but gradually became more chaotic, even marked with desperate scratches.
My heart felt as if it were being tightly squeezed, making it nearly impossible to breathe.
It was hard to imagine her, alone, repeating this sentence through countless cycles of despair.
"Chronos..." I gritted my teeth as I uttered the name.
Meng Xiao said nothing, merely gazing out the window with a complex expression.
She clearly realized that breaking the cycle might just be the beginning.
The organization hidden in the shadows of time would never let things rest.
After a long moment, she turned her head and looked at me. "Dad, we need to catch them."
"Yeah." I nodded firmly, gripping her hand tightly. "We will do it together."
The future may still be fraught with danger.
But this time, we are no longer fighting alone.
Meanwhile, in the highest control room of the airport tower.
A screen that had been displaying normal footage suddenly flickered with intense static.
In the center of the screen, the curve representing the tower's energy readings shot up sharply, far exceeding normal levels.
Zzzz...
In the next second, the screen went completely black.
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