Three days later in the afternoon, at Huaxia Country's Capital Airport.
Luo Zheng, Lan Xue and the madman, accompanied by diplomatic staff, passed through a special channel and exited the airport. Unable to contain his emotions, the madman became excited, his eyes brimming with tears, and his whole body trembling. It had been thirty years since he had left the country, thirty whole years. He didn't know the state of his home, or whether any family members were still alive. How many thirty years does one have in a lifetime? His best years were spent in prison; who could bear that?
"Alright, you are back," Luo Zheng said in a calm and comforting tone as he steadied the madman.
