Everyone had their own life. No one could replace anyone else. Hardship would always pass. He hoped Wang Baohua could emerge from his grief soon and return to a normal life.
What was a normal life?
Living amid firewood, rice, oil, and salt, running oneself ragged to make a living—that was the normal state of life.
Jiang Hao was working himself ragged too. Every day, he desperately rushed from order to order. He got up at six-thirty in the morning, grabbed something from a breakfast stall, and started taking orders. At noon, he found somewhere to fill his stomach, then kept busy until late at night.
It was truly exhausting.
He was only in his twenties, at the peak of youth and strength, yet every night when he got home, he was so tired that once he lay down, he did not want to move.
Autumn had arrived, and the weather was turning cooler. Riding around felt much more comfortable. For delivery riders, it was good weather.
"Rumble~!"
The sky suddenly filled with dark clouds as a huge mass of storm clouds drifted over. Jiang Hao was in the middle of a delivery. He looked at the sky, then at the time. If he took shelter from the rain, he would definitely be late, so he could only grit his teeth and keep going.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~~!"
Less than a minute later, raindrops the size of beans came pouring down. Jiang Hao was drenched in an instant, soaked like a rat. Fortunately, the food was inside the delivery box and would not get wet. Jiang Hao lowered his head, squinted, and kept riding.
The light at the intersection ahead was green, and Jiang Hao did not slow down as he prepared to cross. Suddenly, a car ran the red light