There were no direct flights from Yancheng to Paris.
Although departing from the Imperial Capital would have been somewhat closer, Su Yu's team had arranged a route for Qiu Qiu that was exceptionally thoughtful—
First fly to Tianfu International Airport in Rong City, then take a direct flight to Paris from there.
For Qiu Qiu, who had grown up in Sichuan-Chongqing, this was undoubtedly the arrangement that gave her the greatest sense of security.
Worth mentioning, the assistant named Cheng Xiaoxi had even sent her an incredibly detailed PDF guide, practically nanny-level in its thoroughness.
From "how to find the check-in counter" to "which picture to show if you can't communicate while going through customs."
Even "which dessert in the lounge tastes best" had been clearly marked in cute fonts.
And the entire journey had been booked in the highest-class business or first-class cabins.
For Qiu Qiu, who was traveling abroad for the first time, this care from her idol's team warmed her heart immensely.
11:30 a.m.
The plane landed smoothly at Tianfu International Airport in Rong City.
Although she was only making an in-terminal transfer and did not need to leave the terminal.
The familiar moistness in the air and the Sichuan-Chongqing dialects mixed into the conversations around her relaxed her even more as soon as she stepped off the jet bridge.
In Air China's spacious, bright lounge, she ordered a serving of red-oil wontons and a bowl of dan dan noodles.
She happily dug in.
1:30 p.m.
Air France flight AF888 to Paris, France. First class.
A broad leather seat as large as a single bed, a private wardrobe, an excellently soundproofed space, and a vintage reading lamp beside her hand that cast a warm yellow glow.
"Rumble—"
Accompanied by the deep, powerful roar of the engines, the