She always felt that her departure from Beijing was a little too smooth this time; a certain someone neither clung to her nor asked questions, which seemed a bit unreasonable.
She scanned the waiting room with her eyes, found nothing unusual, and thought she might be overthinking...
At that moment, her bus was called for boarding. She no longer hesitated, put on her backpack, and queued up.
Coincidentally, she ended up on the same bus as that family of four.
Her seat was towards the back, near the aisle, while that family sat in the middle near the rear door. The woman held the smaller child by the window, and the man held the older child by the aisle.
Both of them had wrapped the children in thin blankets, pressing their heads against their chests so that outsiders could barely see the children's faces.
