Wen Wan gave them her hometown address, and the car headed toward the county.
Wen Wan was silent the entire way.
She watched the scenery change out the window, from city to countryside, from skyscrapers to open fields.
The roads grew narrower and the houses smaller, while the trees lining them became more numerous.
She recognized this road. It was the one she always took home.
She used to take the bus by herself. The bumpy ride would last four or five hours, and it would already be dark by the time she arrived.
Jiang Sifan sat beside her, holding her hand the entire time.
She didn't pull away, nor did she speak. She simply gazed out the window, occasionally pointing to give directions.
The car stopped in front of a town health clinic.
Wen Wan got out of the car and froze, staring at the small, two-story building.
Chunks of plaster had fallen from the walls, the iron bars on the windows were rusted, and a few dilapidated motorcycles were parked by the entrance.
