But in the afternoon, it seemed that Chen Yiran had already been angry with her. What was the point of calling him now? Did he have any obligation to help her?
After thinking it over, Tianxin eventually gave up on this option.
She clutched her camera and returned to the waiting hall, casually picking a chair to sit on, concluding that she would have to endure a night here and wait until the next morning to buy a ticket back to Z City.
Tianxin looked around the waiting hall. Even at this late hour, there were still many people waiting for their buses. After all, N City was a provincial capital, and passengers heading to various places across the country were all gathered in the waiting hall. Those who were playing with their phones, those who were eating snacks, those who were chatting; groups of different sizes made up a lively scene. Looking at herself in contrast, all alone, a sudden sense of desolation arose.
