Wen Qiao spent the whole afternoon and finally figured it out. It was as if she had been reborn.,After saying that, he dashed outside. His mother's voice trailed behind him, "It's a strong wind and heavy rain, where are you going",The taxi sped down the road, rain splattering across the windows. A Cantonese song played softly inside the car, but Wen Qiao was too anxious to enjoy it; she wished she could fly there herself.。