C199 There Is the Smell of Home Again

After getting off the plane, Chiang Ci pulled up her collar and wrapped a scarf around her neck. It was 17 degrees Fahrenheit in the city today, and as someone from the South, she wasn't quite used to the northern chill.

She had brought along two large suitcases, and as soon as she stepped out of the terminal, she was swept into a familiar embrace. The scent of iris was unmistakable