With these thoughts, I felt an urgent pull towards home. I got off the plane and, quick on my feet, dashed through the corridor and boarded the company vehicle at the exit.
Before the car had even left the airport, my gaze was drawn to the gigantic advertisement on the bus opposite: an advertisement for a herbal shampoo. The model, squinting her eyes like a cat, had hair as shiny as satin. She looked like Qiao Fei.
Right then, my carelessness morphed into an irreversible mistake. I had not looked up, failing to see Qiao Fei sitting in the car, about to board the plane.
Qiao Fei
After almost 10 hours of flying west, I arrived in Paris at dusk.
After retrieving my baggage and leaving the airport, I found myself surrounded by tall people with deep-set eyes, all speaking in low tones. In the blink of an eye, I was already in an unfamiliar city.
