It seems like the rain is about to stop.
Martha moved a chair to the entrance, sat down, and quietly watched the gradually thinning rain curtain. She vaguely remembered that two years ago, when her daughter set out for Jiale City, it was also on a rainy day. The neighbors left for the market at dawn, so her daughter packed her luggage and left in the early morning.
She wanted to accompany her daughter to Jiale City to report to her university, and for the first time, she was willing to spend a bit more money, but her daughter firmly refused, leaving only one sentence at the door:
Wait for me to come back.
