Chapter 609

She turned her mobile phone off right away. When she looked up again, the man had
disappeared into the cockpit.

The plane then took off. Sage’s ears rang for a while. Finally, the plane went into the stratosphere, and
it flew steadily. Sage pulled the table out again and placed her book on it. She then took out a pen and
paper from her bag, took one look at Abby, and said, “Can you sit at the back, please?”

Abby was taken aback. “Miss Sage…”

“I want to write something in private. Could I get some privacy, please?” Sage felt that writing her
journal was something embarrassing enough to do at the age of twenty-five. She could never let
anyone catch her doing it, so she made Abby move away.

There were no other passengers in the first class, so naturally, there were no dangerous people
around. Allie reluctantly moved to the side for Abby. Both of them did not let their guard down. Sage
laid down her paper, took her pen, and started writing her ‘personal reflections’.

She had forgotten most of her draft last night, so she could only write the introductory paragraph from
memory and recreate the rest on the spot. Nevertheless, she tried her best to channel her best writing
skills and rich vocabulary.

“Ever since my parents left, I was indeed like a horse let loose. I ran wild in the fields, and I was young,
stubborn, and self-centered. I missed my brother Tim, and I wished to have stayed by his side to get
disciplined. I wished to have had him around to lecture me and nag me when I did wrong…”

Sage tried her best to write while wondering if Tim could make sense of what she wrote at all. She was
unsure of how good his comprehension skills were.



Nonetheless, the script for reflections and owning up to mistakes were more or less the same. Tim had
listened to all of it since a young age. He could probably figure out most of the content even if he could
not understand the bombastic language.



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Sage meant that she knew the principles well, but it was up to her to decide whether or not to make a
change.

Suddenly, someone appeared next to her.

Sage looked up and saw the tall guy earlier. He stared at her journal intensely. He seemed to have not
seen it clearly. Then, he picked up her paper just to take a closer look at it. What just happened?

Sage was dumbfounded as she snatched her paper. Then, she growled with a long face, “Sir, do you
know your manners?”.

How dare he read her journal?

She flattened the paper again. Luckily it was not torn, despite being slightly crumpled. She
remembered her brother’s demanding personality and felt a little bad about it. She threw the

guy a death stare.

She then used her book to press it out, hoping to flatten the wrinkles.

The guy seemed to be intrigued by her book instead and said slowly, “Love During War Time. Author,
Chelsea Marcus.”



He ‘knew’ his manners. He asked, “May I have a look at it, please?”

Of course not!

Sage did not say a word, but she peeled the front cover open. The first page was annotated with her
name, date, and a sentence.

The guy seemed to have a weird obsession with reading tiny words. He used his deep voice to read
out loud.

“Sage’s Collection. XX Year, the fifth of January. Not for borrowing. “Okay.”

The guy understood, turned around, and looked at her.

With a serious expression, he asked, “Your name is Sage’s Collection?”

Sage was rendered speechless. Tim’s friend seemed to be an idiot.


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