"A perfectly sunny day suddenly turned into a torrential downpour with loud thunder.
You know, how could I be so unlucky? This is my first visit to the military base since getting married.
Just how unwelcoming can Weicheng be, oh my god."
At the Weicheng train station, a petite, fair-skinned girl, as youthful as a maiden, stood by the window craning her neck to look outside.
Beside her were two pink 24-inch suitcases, and she also carried two large bags that seemed completely disproportionate to her small frame.
The bags were bulging, seemingly quite heavy.
"Didn't you tell your Uncle George to come pick you up," came another girl's advice over the phone.
"I'm here to surprise him. If I called him now, wouldn't I be a total chicken?" The girl put down the bags with effort. "Alright, Ivy, I'm not going to chat with you any longer. I need to rest; I brought so many things, I'm exhausted."
"Okay, okay, call me if you need anything."
