The rapid downpour pattered densely upon the windshield before being slowly swept away by the soft wipers.
The driver sitting in the front row carefully navigated the vehicle, proceeding along the congested narrow roads through the curtain of rain; he lifted his head to glance at the girl in the rearview mirror sitting in the back.
At the moment, the girl was leaning against the window in the back seat, staring out at the rain, seemingly lost in thought.
The ancient city, through the hazy rain, displayed a hint of its age-old atmosphere, yet the mist scattered amongst the traffic was like some invisible tentacle, shrouding everyone's head.
After what felt like an extraordinarily long grinding journey, the black sedan slowly approached the intersection, signaled, and turned left onto the road to the left.
The flow of traffic on this side road was much sparser, allowing for a chance to accelerate.