C142 Yuwei Is about to Leave

Clear autumn drunk, drizzling rain cold.

The wutong stands in the rain, the leaves are all over the ground, the branches are already withered.

"Beep ~ ~ ~"

"Beep ~ ~ ~"

The No. 4 bus arrived at the station. "Zi", the sound of a pneumatic door could be heard. Those who got off the bus got on the bus, and those who got on the bus soon left.

Song Yuwei quietly watched from the side of the road