Dark clouds pressed lower, and Wu Tong walked alone on the Qilin Bridge, the rustling wind pouring into her ears as her loose coat ballooned with the gusts.
Facing the wind as she moved forward, tears streamed from her eyes, irritated, while a faint ache throbbed in her stomach.
Wu Tong's home lay beyond the bridge, but there was still a distance; she wanted to walk by herself, to clear her head.
Night fell darker and darker, and she quickened her pace, expecting the impending rain to be heavy.
The Qilin Bridge was long, and halfway across, her phone rang from her pocket.
"Hello, Dad?"
Wu Zhengqi's voice brimmed with concern, "Where are you right now? Jiang Yun said you'd left the hospital a while ago, why aren't you home yet?"
Wu Tong didn't know how Jiang Yun found out she had left the hospital, but it no longer mattered.
"I'm taking a walk. I'm on the bridge now."
She quickened her pace unconsciously, but she felt unwell and drained, her strength limited.
