Jin Mo looked up at the sky, her thin clothes were already somewhat wet, so she quickly hugged her laptop close to her chest.
People passing by were in a hurry, all eager to get home for dinner, while she stood there, dazed, like a lonely messenger.
Fall was about to arrive, and it was the season Jin Mo disliked the most.
Everything was bleak, not as vibrant as in spring and summer, or as pure white as in winter; fall made her already melancholic heart feel even more helpless.
The ringtone of her phone suddenly pierced the air, Jin Mo glanced at the caller ID, took a deep breath to calm her emotions, then answered, "Grandma, what's up?"
"Momo, why aren't you back yet, are you working overtime?"
Jin Mo answered calmly, "Yeah, I'll be a bit longer, you can eat first, don't wait for me."
"I see it's raining outside, do you have an umbrella? Take a taxi back, don't save on the fare."
