Isn't this the time to embrace and cry?
Zongzheng Huai looked puzzled, asking, "What relatives?"
Bus driver lady: "Are you… sick?"
She had a relative with Alzheimer's disease at home and felt deeply sympathetic towards him.
Zongzheng Huai was irritated, "I'm not sick!"
She understood that people who were ill often insisted on saying that they were not.
The lady, compassionately, walked up to the boy to pat his head for comfort, but he took two steps aside to keep his distance.
She thought he might want to grieve privately. His father mistreated him, and he probably wanted to go to his great-grandfather's, but the old man didn't even remember who he was.
"Ah, all pitiful beings."
She thought of herself, a middle-aged woman abandoned by her cheating husband.
The bus driver lady sighed, "Such is our fate."
The old and young man: "..."
Li Jinghang changed the subject, "Usually, people who construct such bunkers will have an escape hatch hidden inside, just in case."
