Song Qingchun walked until she was about a hundred meters away from Su Zhinian's car before she stopped.
Before, when she was waiting under the street lamp, her legs had already been shaking from illness. The short walk seemed to have drained every drop of energy within her. She had trouble even trying to breathe. Song Qingchun reached out to lean against an old tree by the roadside. She closed her eyes to take several deep breaths before turning around to lean against the tree trunk.
There was still no response when she tried calling for a cab. Realizing she was unable to move on her own two feet anymore, Song Qingchun doubled the price and called for another cab service.
The messages kept on firing through the app, but there was no taker.