The plane skimmed across the sky.
As the familiar land returned to sight, Yao Mingyue lay by the plane's window, gazing at the gradually familiar terrain before her.
"Finally back…"
She murmured wistfully. Although she had spent more than a month abroad, where life was comfortable, there was always a sort of intangible, fleeting feeling.
Only by truly returning to the land where she was born could she experience that indescribable sense of security.
Xu Musen sat up from the lounge chair. Although the first-class seat was comfortable, the plane inevitably bumped, and he didn't sleep soundly. He gently stretched his body and looked at Yao Mingyue, who was leaning by the window with eyes full of anticipation, like a little girl eager for the start of a journey.
"We're almost there, where do you want to go first?"
Xu Musen also leaned towards the window with her, looking out over her head.
