The twilight outside the cabin window gradually deepened.
The giant passenger plane slowly landed at Shangjing International Airport.
Dragging his suitcase, Fang Qingyu walked out of the terminal, the evening breeze carrying the unique... smell of bustling city right to his face.
This was his first time leaving the province in this world.
He thought the infrastructure in Qingjian City was good enough, but Shangjing was even more impressive than Shanghai in his past life.
He hailed a taxi.
Headed straight to the nearby hotel he booked in advance.
He didn't join Tang Lingchuan and the others, after all, in this competition, both sides were rivals.
He put down his luggage.
Fang Qingyu brewed a cup of tea and went to the window.
Leaning on the balcony, he watched the sunset.
The sky was filled with red and purple clouds, the aroma of Oden wafting from the convenience store downstairs, and crowds squeezed in front of traffic lights.
Almost 20 years had passed.
