The journey from Moscow to Huaxia Yanjing is not far; a plane ride takes merely eight or nine hours, so it's like sleeping through it and waking up upon arrival.
Ye Xunhuan and Olivia boarded the plane at noon, and it landed promptly at the Capital International Airport a little past two in the afternoon.
Once the plane stabilized, Ye Xunhuan and Olivia disembarked under the flight attendant's lovely announcement, naturally bringing Yan Qingjun along as well.
After all, Yan Qingjun's mind was gone now. If left alone, he wouldn't quite starve to death, but he'd definitely wander aimlessly, causing trouble for the government. Since Ye Xunhuan had already brought Yan Qingjun from Moscow, there was no harm in going a bit further to accompany him.
Upon returning to the capital, Ye Xunhuan took a deep breath, feeling how Huaxia still held its charm. The air might not be as fresh as abroad, but it carried a sense of familiarity.
