The plane glided to a smooth landing.
Qiao Lian walked out of the airport, her face pale as though drained of blood.
She hailed a cab and headed towards her childhood home in Suzhou.
This city never seemed to change. It had the graceful and subtle trademarks of the water towns in Jiangnan.
Along the way, she turned to look at the street scenes, but her heart felt cold and bare.
In the eight years that she had been in Beijing, there wasn't a moment that she hadn't wished to be back here, to clear her parents' names and unearth the truth behind the collapsed building.
But right now, she felt as though nothing could raise her spirits, and she felt completely exhausted.
She took a deep breath.
She patted her face lightly.
Qiao Lian, stop being so depressed.
Wasn't not being able to be with Shen Liangchuan just a minor problem?