The journey still took twenty hours.
Lu Yinxing remembered how she felt three years ago when she boarded the plane.
That feeling of utter desolation.
The current feelings were completely different from back then.
It was just nervousness, it was just excitement.
Lu Yinxing hadn't thought at all about what to do after returning to her country, who to meet, or even, one could say, she had no thoughts at all.
She now felt like a leaf tossed about in the water, going with the flow.
Lu Yinxing took a nap on the plane.
When she woke up, the plane had already started to descend.
Lu Yinxing looked at the world outside through the porthole.
Finally, she set foot on the motherland's soil.
It was impossible not to be excited.
Even when Li ZhengKai was talking to her, Lu Yinxing appeared absent-minded.
Li ZhengKai could understand Lu Yinxing's feelings.
Although he didn't know about Lu Yinxing's past,
she was alone in Los Angeles, without family.
