She walked and ran along the way, gradually losing her strength, her steps faltering.
The endless traffic seemed never-ending, under the dimming sky, the glow of car lights spread endlessly into the distance. And she, like a dying devotee, trudged along it, her feet unknowingly blistered, every step stabbing with pain. She tightly grasped the strap of the equipment bag on her shoulder, telling herself, hold on, Su Xingyu, you must get to the site, you have to go...
Sweat slipped down in drops, her body swaying.
Su Xingyu didn't know how long she walked, nor how she managed to get out of the congested area. When she got off the ramp and saw the bright lights of the city and the endless stream of cars in every direction, she almost cried with joy. She rushed to the roadside, waving her hands to stop an empty taxi, and got in.
The taxi driver was surprised: "Miss, where did you come from? Why are you in such a state?"
