The rain outside was pouring down, and Jiang Yi's car was stuck halfway.
The vehicle was being washed by the torrential rain, the windshield wipers ceaselessly swinging, yet the water that remained on the glass instantly obscured her view again.
Jiang Yi didn't know whether what she was doing was right or wrong.
She kept convincing herself that there would be more children in the future, someday it would just mean a different father.
The thought that she could never again carry Wen Suihan's child made her eyes sour once more.
Her cell phone in the bag kept ringing, as if it was challenging her.
Jiang Yi just stared at the curtain of rain on the windshield and the countless red taillights blurred out by the rain.
She could not find any family members to sign for her, she couldn't let her grandfather be disappointed in her.
The ringing of the phone in the bag finally stopped, followed by the sound of new WeChat messages coming in.
