Jiangzhou is warmer than Jingzhou, flavored with the salty, humid scent of the sea breeze.
Unlike the direct, bone-chilling cold in Jingzhou, it's more discreet and cunning, gently boiling you like a frog in warm water, catching you off guard when you least expect it.
I've lived in Jiangzhou for many years and have grown accustomed to its weather.
As soon as I walked out of the airport, a sense of familiarity hit me. It was as if I had just returned to spring.
Uncle Liu came over with respectful greetings, the Rolls-Royce parked nearby.
"Miss, you're finally back. The Madam and Sir have been talking nonstop about how much they've missed you. Hurry and come home with me."
"Hmph, I bet they're the happiest when I'm not around. You yourself can go back, I'm going to spend some days with my friend." Liu Muxue, arm in arm with Ming Jing, was ready to leave.
