After two days of recovery on Mount Everest, he had almost healed his injuries. Zhang Beixing did not stay much longer and soon left the place.
「December 15th, Friday.」
After more than two months, Zhang Beixing finally returned to Shishi. He watched as the car slowly drove into the all-too-familiar landmark building. Stepping off the high-speed rail, Zhang Beixing took a deep breath of Shishi's genuine old smog. He felt the choking haze pour in with his breath, sticking to the fine hairs within his nasal passages. It was then that Zhang Beixing realized he was really back home.
This was the aroma the people of old Shishi remembered. It was something that had been with them since childhood! The air in other provinces was too fresh, lacking intensity. Only this smell was genuinely authentic!
HONK! He pulled out a tissue, wiped his nose, and casually tossed it into a trash bin.
Zhang Beixing strode toward the station exit.
