The autumn rain came swiftly and fiercely, pattering against the car windows, catching one off guard.
Jiang Yan slowed down, the windshield wipers working furiously, but the windshield remained foggy, obscuring the view ahead.
Fortunately, there was a service area not far ahead, and he steered slowly into it, only turning to look at the back seat after he parked the car steadily.
Song Jiawen had not been sleeping well; she had opened her eyes as soon as the rain started, and now, seeing the car stop, she wrapped herself in a blanket and sat up.
One turned to look at the downpour outside the window; the other rested his arm on the steering wheel, turning to watch the person in the back seat.
The lights outside flickered, casting Song Jiawen's profile in a hazy shadow, indistinct.
Originally, they had planned to take the train back, but with National Day approaching, it was near impossible to secure a ticket.
