A few hours later, the plane was slowly landing and Xiao Yunhua snapped awake from her short nap. She stretched her arms and yawned, clicking her seatbelt back in place as the pilot requested.
Finally, the plane was safely on the ground and the sun was slowly beginning to rise. With the slight streak of light in the sky, the passengers were carefully ushered to leave the plane.
As Xiao Yunhua only had her small suitcase and nothing else, she didn't have to wait in line to reclaim her other luggage like other passengers.
She ran her hand through her hair, feeling the tangled strands. Pulling out a compact mirror and looking at her reflection, Xiao Yunhua cringed.
She had dark circles prominent underneath her eyes and her usual pale skin held an even paler glow, unhealthier than it already was after her coma.
Xiao Yunhua sighed, putting away the circular mirror and dragged her luggage behind her. The airport wasn't too big, yet a sense of extravagance filled up the place.
