Gazing at the rolling clouds through the plane window, An Xiaxia still found all this surreal.
The plane landed in Country M. An Xiaxia filled in her immigration form and entered the foreign country with a backpack over her shoulders.
Looking around, she saw mostly fair-skinned and blue-eyed foreigners, as well as some strongly-built people of African descent with darker skin tones.
An Xiaxia took out a note with Sheng Yize's address written on it in English. She then hailed a taxi outside the airport. With a mixture of broken English, hand gestures, and the help of a translation app, she was finally driven to her destination by the enthusiastic driver.
Rock-and-roll music played in the car and An Xiaxia's heart thumped with the beat.
She had actually come here to find Sheng Yize all by herself.
That was simply unimaginable.
She pinched her cheek and grimaced at the pain, finally feeling reality set in.