As Qiao Ruoyang gazed at the man's tall and straight figure, she felt lost and distracted, only to be brought back to reality by an incoming phone call.
She took out her public transportation card and swiped it to board the bus, then inserted Bluetooth earphones into her ears.
"Yangyang, I took a taxi. How about you? Did you have an encounter with a handsome college student?" Ning Yanlan's voice came through.
"I just got on the bus."
Qiao Ruoyang sat in the back seat by the window, and the man's handsome and delicate face flashed through her mind. She chuckled softly and said, "No college students, but I did meet someone from the working class."
Ning Yanlan became interested, "Oh?"
"His eyes are very beautiful, as if they hold a vast expanse of stars. He's the type I liked at first sight."
"With such high praise, it seems like he's a handsome guy." Ning Yanlan asked a crucial question, "Did you get his Whatsapp?"
"... No."
