Although it was only an hour's journey from the train station to the old Chinese doctor's home, the village was very remote.
The road was rough and full of potholes; Tang Huai, sitting in the back of the car, was jostled so much that she was close to being thrown out several times.
The arm wrapped around Jing Xuan's waist had to tighten its grip.
As they left the small town farther and farther behind, the terrain became more mountainous, with forests and fields on both sides of the road.
All along the way, there were only villages, no small towns...
"Hiss..."
Suddenly, Tang Huai heard the sound of air leaking from a tire.
Jing Xuan stopped, and she had no choice but to get off as well.
Seeing the tire slowly deflating, Tang Huai wanted to cry but had no tears.
With a look of distress, she asked Jing Xuan, "How much longer until we reach the old doctor's village?"