2 weeks later, on a flight going to Maryland, US.
Bo Jinyan is sitting on a comfortable and spacious first class seat. He looks at Jian Yao, who is mixing his tuna fish salad for him. Then she butters a piece of toast for him. Fu Ziyu observes for a while. Then he can't stand the sight anymore. He says disapprovingly to Bo Jinyan: “Don’t you have any hands? Do it yourself!”
Bo Jinyan can’t be bothered to argue with him. He continues to admire Jian Yao’s every move. Everything about her is perfect.
Jian Yao just smiles.