At seven in the evening, on his way home from work, Gao Chuan was caught in a raging storm.
Driving, he remained stuck on the overpass, rain pounding against the windows while the wipers swung back and forth, blurring the already dim view. The man sat silently gripping the steering wheel, the ring on his left ring finger shining brightly, and the neon lights overlapping in his dark, profound eyes.
In less than half a minute, the red light turned green, and a line of cars finally began to move, quickly swallowed up by the traffic.
What was usually a half-hour drive took an hour before he arrived at the complex. After stepping out of the car, Gao Chuan spotted a familiar white Audi parked next to his spot, the familiar license plate catching his eye, and his heart momentarily sank.
