An hour later.
On the train from Harbin City to Siberia, Greg Jensen and Natasha sat in the same soft-sleeper compartment, staring at each other with big eyes meeting small eyes.
Natasha pursed her lips, her delicate brows slightly furrowed, and looked at Greg Jensen angrily.
"Why are you following me?"
"I'm not following you, I bought the ticket a long time ago."
"You're lying!"
Natasha wouldn't believe such a thing; how could there be such a coincidence in the world? They had just had an encounter on the previous train, and then they met again on the second train, in the same compartment.
Feeling helpless, Greg Jensen took out his ticket and placed it in front of her, "Do you see the words 'direct ticket'? My destination is Siberia."
"Uh—"
