Maybe it was because it was late at night?
Either way, Annie noticed that the bus was dim and chilly, and the air was tinged with a faint stench of decay, like the strange odor given off by the cheap sandpaper used for grave offerings during the Qingming Festival.
(￢▽￢)
Annie clearly didn't like the smell, so she furrowed her brows almost imperceptibly.
But she didn't lash out right away. Instead, she looked down at the yellow scraps of paper that had just blown aboard and were now scattered across the bus floor. Each one bore a picture of her face.
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(゜-゜)
Next, she looked at the bus driver up front. He sat expressionlessly behind the wheel, his gaze vacant. At first glance, he looked like an empty shell with no soul.
(へ╬)
Finally, she turned to the young woman in red, who had already taken a seat. She seemed to be the one behind all this, and she was watching Annie with a strange expression. Her eyes brimmed with bloodlust, cruelty, and a smug grin that sent chills down the spine.
(^▽^*)
As Annie watched her, she suddenly broke into a smile.
She didn't hurry to find a seat, nor did she pay any attention to the wooden driver. Instead, she walked straight up to the woman in red, folded her arms, and stared at her for a while before tilting her head and teasing:
"How strange. You weird things will grab just about anyone, won't you?"
(ì_í)
"Do you even know who I am?"
As she spoke, Annie couldn't help rolling her eyes at the woman.
The woman only sneered coldly, showing no sign of fear or interest in answering. Her eyes remained icy and disdainful.
Clearly, she had no idea