Watching the sightseeing bus already driving away, she shouted loudly.
However, the heavens were not in her favor as the rain came pouring down right at that moment, and she crouched down, holding the iron gate with both hands.
So tired, so tired.
When the guard came out to hold an umbrella for her, she was already soaked through.
"Don't follow me."
Ji Anning glared angrily at the guard holding the umbrella for her, coldly warning him, and reached out to snatch the umbrella from his hand.
She is pregnant now; she cannot afford to get sick.
On the wide, car-free road, the girl's lonely and disappointed figure, holding an umbrella, was swallowed by the downpour.
...
Ji Anning didn't bring many clothes to Country Y, and she wasn't in the mood to buy new ones, so she kept wearing the same few sets.
