The sky was hazy and soon it started to rain. The gray weather had a refreshing coolness to it, but Susan was huddled in a corner.
There were no more tears in her eyes, she didn't know where to look, and her mouth kept saying: "He really has promised me that the money will come soon. There is money, the father will be able to get well. After he is well, our family will be able to reunite again ......"
"Let me in, I want to see him again. Let me in, I didn't hurt him, I didn't hurt anyone ...... please, let me see my father again, please ......"
When Alex rushed over, he was watching her sitting on the stairs in front of the door, cowering under the eaves in a hospital gown, hiding from the rain.
It had only been a few days, and the smallest size clothes looked like burlap sacks on her.
He slowed his pace and moved the umbrella to her head.