"…Another plane ride."

To get to China, I had to take a plane again.

But my expression made it clear I wasn’t thrilled about it.

Flying was terrifying—the idea of being suspended so high in the sky.

Even during my trip to the U.S., I couldn’t stop bouncing my leg the entire flight.

"There goes all my luck."

Complaining about it wouldn’t change anything.

This was the consequence of my own choice, and no matter how much I disliked it, I had to go.

There’s a saying: if you can’t avoid something, you might as well enjoy it.

I muttered …