Anna received two WeChat messages from Qiao An.
"Ana, I'm on my way to City A." "Ana, I'm in City A now. I want to see you."
It's raining. There were vague watermarks on the glass windows, flowing down one by one. She stretched out her hand to touch the lines extending from the water droplets on the window. Tears flowed slowly down her cheeks.
She looked out the window at the heavy rain in silence. She knew he was coming, but she would not show up or see him. The city is so big that there is no way he can find her in the vast sea of people.