When Wen Wan came to her senses, she was already on a plane back to China. Outside the window, clouds rolled like the vast white expanse she had left behind all those years ago. A flight attendant offered her champagne, but she instinctively asked for black coffee instead, the kind Wen Sicheng drank most often. It was bitter enough to clear the mind.
The flight attendants began handing out entry forms. Wen Wan paused for a long time over the section marked “Reason for visiting China,” then finally wrote two words: Coming home...
