The broadcast sounded. Jian Yichen sighed reluctantly and looked at Jian Ai helplessly.
Seeing this, Jian Ai couldn't help but say, "Put it away first. Play again when we reach the hotel."
Jian Yichen could only nod.
The plane taxied and stopped steadily at The Capital International Airport.
The passengers in business class got off the plane first. As soon as they left the cabin, Jian Ai didn't know if she was hallucinating or if her heart was playing tricks on her. She only felt that the wind that blew at her face and the air she breathed in had a strange and familiar smell that she had not felt for a long time.
On the airport bus, Jian Ai sat by the window and looked at the scenery outside.
Although it was completely different from what she remembered, Jian Ai had deep feelings for the capital.
