"Dear passengers, welcome aboard the flight to France. We estimate arrival in Paris in twelve hours. Have a pleasant journey."
Jiang Yuzhu turned to Pei Jingchuan in shock, eyes brimming with disbelief, "France? Are we going to France?"
Pei Jingchuan, seeing her surprised expression, had a flash of affection in his eyes, "Yes, Yuzhu."
Jiang Yuzhu's heart suddenly sped up; she felt an unprecedented mix of excitement and surprise, with a hint of confusion.
"But... Didn't we agree to go home? Why are we going to France?"
Her voice was clearly puzzled, her gaze searching Pei Jingchuan's face for an answer.
Pei Jingchuan smiled, his gaze deep and soft as he watched Jiang Yuzhu's astonished expression, and said softly.
"Yuzhu, when did I ever say we were going straight home? Indeed, we could only stay in the Maldives for a few days, but I never mentioned going home next."