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Wen Qiao spent the whole afternoon and finally figured it out. It was as if she had been reborn.,Wen Qiao hailed a taxi and, after getting in, fastened her umbrella beside her feet and shook the raindrops off it. "Driver, to Dongpu Airport," she said.,The taxi sped down the road, rain splattering across the windows. A Cantonese song played softly inside the car, but Wen Qiao was too anxious to enjoy it; she wished she could fly there herself.。