Rain was sitting in the taxi, her forehead was burning hot, but her whole body was cold and uncomfortable. She asked the driver to turn up the heater, because she must have caught a cold after tossing around in the middle of the night.
The taxi stopped at the gate of the community. When Rain got off, the white suit on her shoulders scraped off the door and fell off her shoulders. After thinking about it, she bent down to pick it up and put it in her arms.
Back home, it was still early, a pot of cactus at the door of the house was holding the warm sun, each thorn stood upright like sharp fluff, Rain opened the door softly, and then closed it, so that Rain's mother could hear the slightest movement, "Rain, where did you go last night? Why didn't you come back all night?"
"Mom," Rain stepp
