The evening sky was tinged with orange-red. The end-of-shift bell had just stopped ringing when a stream of people poured out of the Rolling Mill's gates.
Su Changshun pushed his heavy-duty bicycle, with Li Xiaomei sitting on the back seat, protecting her belly. The tires made a soft crunching sound as they rolled over the potholed road.
Li Xiaomei wrapped her arms around her husband's waist, turning her head to look at him sideways.
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