Her head leaned against the doorframe, her hands hung powerlessly over her knees. In the cold, dark night, her frail body looked like an abandoned, injured puppy. From afar, he could see her slight trembling.
"Sir, it's really her!" Xiaojin also saw her and wanted to push the door open immediately to catch the woman.
However, at that moment, the person sitting behind him moved even faster than he did. All he heard was a "click" as the person pushed open the car door and went out. He stayed in the car, watching that tall, upright figure walk straight toward the woman sitting there.
The sky was very cold.
The rain was heavy.
It seemed like an impenetrable curtain, with such fine, dense raindrops mixed with gusts of cold wind that made people tremble and almost too cold to breathe.
