At two o'clock in the afternoon, the plane gradually landed in Island City. As soon as the flight attendant's voice rang out, Xing Nong and Yaoguang hurriedly pulled everyone to get off. Having not seen their families for a semester, they were naturally eager.
Even though it was deep winter, it happened to be noon and the day was sunny. It felt almost like spring. Xing Nong took a deep breath and tugged at Luo Lian's sleeve: "Lianlian, Luoluo and Yao Yao's hometown is nice, right?"
Luo Lian nodded: "I have been here as a tourist before, and I really like the climate of Island City. It's especially moist and gentle, which feels even more pronounced coming from Beijing."
"Their skin is so good, it must be related to this climate," Xing Nong pouted, "It's all Grandpa's fault for not moving me here when I needed to lay my foundation."
