After a forty-eight-hour long-distance flight, Lu Yunxi finally arrived in the United States. She felt her legs were so weak that she could barely walk.
On the plane, she thought a lot about all the little moments between her and Quan Tianyou, with both laughter and tears. The flight attendant, seeing her alternating between crying and laughing, was quite puzzled and came over to comfort her several times.
Gathering her spirits, she followed the crowd out of the airport and looked up at the sky. It was the same sky, but the air she breathed felt different because it carried the presence of the one she loved.
Standing at the airport entrance, she suddenly felt at a loss, not knowing the address of the Secret Door. Even if she wanted to take a taxi, she would need to tell the driver exactly where to go.
