"Miss, are you lost in this city? You look dazed. Has something happened? Where is your family?" The kind-hearted driver asked.
Chenxing shook her head. Her clear, black and white eyes were full of unshed tears.
She pushed open the car door: "Uncle driver, I'm sorry, I'm not taking the ride."
"It's okay. If you want to go to City E, here, go to the station, buy a ticket, there is a departure every half an hour."
"Thank you, Uncle."
Chenxing got out of the taxi, bumped into a man head-on, didn't even lift her head, and veered off into the bus station.
Gu Shaocheng followed her, softly persuading, "Chenxing, let me take you to see your biological mother, come with me."
But as soon as her wrist was grabbed, Chenxing, as if in contact with a virus, fiercely shook off his hand and quickened her pace into the bus station.
Chenxing entered the station, found the ticket window, queued for a ticket, oblivious to the man beside her, treating him as if he was merely air.
