Lu Xiao rushed over to pat Su Tang on the back, but she waved her hand, signaling she was fine.
The island sun was scorching, making one's skin ache.
Even the salty, fishy sea breeze failed to cut through the oppressive heat.
The cart swayed slowly along the pockmarked dirt road, and Su Tang's heart was in her throat, tumbling violently with every jolt.
She clutched the packet of medicine and ginseng to her chest, her palms slick with sweat.
Finally, the cart stopped at the entrance of a large courtyard enclosed by a low stone wall.
A wooden sign with peeling paint hung by the gate. The words "Production and Construction Corps Company" were barely legible.
A few rows of low, tiled brick houses stood there, clearly showing their age.
"This is it."
The old man driving the cart pointed with a coarse hand. "Third row, second house from the end. That's Technician Su's place."
"Thank you!"
