The train station was as bustling as ever, a noisy whirlwind of people coming and going.
A crying child got a swift, merciless kick to the backside from a grown-up. Judging by the form, it had to be their own mother.
A man on a bicycle, meeting his girlfriend in her checkered sundress, was too nervous to speak. The way his gaze kept darting toward her, then quickly away, screamed that this was their first time meeting like this.
An Ning was leaning against a rock. She had used a piece of wire to tie the "Dog Pickup" sign to a utility pole, high up where it was easy to see.
WHOO—WHOO—
As the train whistle blew, another crowd of people poured out of the station entrance.
The people waiting to pick someone up all craned their necks to look inside, waving their arms and shouting, "Over here! Over here!"
Every now and then, you could see someone dash toward a voice, the joy of their reunion spreading to those nearby.
"Hey, aren't you going to go meet him?"
