The rain came down hard, a sudden, cold downpour. Qingxue, with her small suitcase in hand, ran for cover under the awning of a closed bookstore. She hugged the bag close, the world outside turning into a blurry mess of gray. The pain of being kicked out of the Mo mansion was still fresh, and the sight of her standing alone on the street, with nothing but a suitcase, felt like a bad movie scene.
"Host! Oh my goodness!" Baozi's small, pink body zipped out from behind her ear. "Look at you! You're a textbook example of an abandoned wife from a novel! Husband doesn't believe her, she's kicked out of the house, and now it's raining! All you need to do now is cry and get hit by a car, and you'll be a full-fledged female lead!"
