After helping the old woman settle into her seat, Feng Yan shifted his backpack to his chest and sat in another single seat behind her. He glanced again at the messages on his phone, which still refused to send, then tucked both the phone and the mirror he had been holding all this time into his bag. Instead, he took out a very Regular-looking book.
Feng Yan handled the book with extraordinary care, as though it were some rare treasure. He turned a page and lowered his gaze to it, seemingly untouched by the suffocating atmosphere around him.
Inside the bus, the new passengers who were still standing all turned to look at him, their eyes filled with doubt and disbelief.
You actually feel like reading at a time like this?!
Do you think you're on your way to school?!
The other new passengers still standing stared fixedly at Feng Yan, those two questions written plainly in their eyes.
Yet Feng Yan seemed oblivious to their stares as he calmly lifted his head and looked away from the page. He gently closed the book, swept his gaze over the tense passengers, and said, "Don't worry. Everyone sitting on this bus is human. They aren't the danger."
The dim yellow lights inside the bus flickered, making everyone's faces look even paler and more haggard.
All this time, not one of the new passengers had been willing to sit down, despite their exhaustion. There were still a few empty seats near the rear door, but even though those seats were clean and tidy, no one wanted to approach them.
Deep down, they knew that if even one window were open, they would jump out without hesitation, even if it meant breaking their bones. Yet the fate of the male college student who