Guo Yuanmiao let out a long breath. His heart finally settled, and he began waiting for the chosen passenger's answer with the easy detachment of someone who had nothing to do with it.
The person called on was the buzz-cut man's teammate-a man wearing a light blue short-sleeved shirt and a baseball cap.
Ever since his friend had died, he had been at a loss, trailing at the very back of the crowd as he followed the group. He had also chosen a seat near the last row. Just now, he had stared out the window in a daze, gazing at the thick fog outside without so much as blinking. Perhaps it was precisely because he had seemed so absorbed that the guide had picked him to answer.
Only when he saw the guide standing before him did he fully snap out of his daze. His desire to survive instantly overpowered his tangled emotions-but he had not been listening carefully to anything the guide had said, so he did not even know what scenery was supposed to be outside the window!
The man in the cap was instantly filled with regret. He wished he could go back and slap himself twice-what had the guide said was outside?
A vague, two-character word flickered in his mind, but he simply could not pin down the exact name. As the guide's expression grew darker, the man's eyes began darting around, finally landing diagonally ahead of him-
Guo Yuanmiao leaned out of his seat, turned toward the man in the cap, and mouthed:
"For-est."
Seeing that the guide was about to erupt, he had no time to think it through. He seized that lifeline and began describing it:
"A v-very lively stretch of vegetation!"
The guide's expression eased slightly at that answer, but he