In the mountains, the early morning was foggy.
When her husband helped her get off the train, she saw the entire small station enveloped in mist, with the dim sunlight shining through the fog as if shrouded in a layer of gauze. The weather was crisp and cold, making it hard to believe it was already summer.
"Mom." Lu Huan carried a luggage bag on her own, then took her mother's luggage bag, worried about Mrs. Lu tripping.
Meanwhile, Lu Heyan had already moved ahead with his eldest son and the rest, meeting up with the greeters at the entrance of the station.
