In mid-July in Shangjing City, a torrential downpour unleashed.
Just moments before it had been clear skies, but now a heavy rain had started, intensifying by the minute.
Beijiao Airport.
Xu Yun was holding a sign, looking at the passengers' exit; she was here to pick up a special person today.
All she knew was that it was a woman, but she had no idea about her age or appearance.
Half an hour had passed, and as the crowd gradually thinned out, still no one had approached her.
She could hardly remember how many times she had checked the nameplate in her hand.
No mistake!
Clearly written on the white cardboard sign, at least sixty centimeters square, were the words "Welcome Yao Ran" in bold, large characters.
What's more, the two-character name was especially boldened, in a serif typeface!
Any Chinese reader definitely couldn't miss it.
The key point was that Xu Yun's position was prominent enough, a spot that anyone leaving the airport couldn't avoid.