On the way home, it rained heavily. Heavy rain made the road to the city closed. Looking at the traffic in front of him, Xian Zihao turned off the car engine and parked it on the side of the road.
The lights in H City were on at the moment, but some street lights on this street were already broken. All around, it was dark and quiet, and the sound of heavy rain falling around the car was heard.
No one spoke.
Only when Xian Zihao's phone rang, did she turned to look at him. Seeing that he did not answer, she said softly. "Your phone rang."
Finally, Xian Zihao moved. He looked at the number and immediately switched off the phone. He set aside his phone when he saw the traffic finally moving; he started the car and dove slowly.
After moving a distance of three meters, both were once again trapped in traffic jams. They could also hear the sound of sirens and quarrels in front of them.
