"WeChat Pay received 2 yuan."
After paying, Colin glanced at the bus carriage—quite a number of people onboard, the seats all occupied, and about a dozen standing in the aisle. It looked rather crowded.
Luckily, he was the only one getting on at this stop, so he didn't have to worry about someone pointing a gun at his back.
He found a spot to stand, and the bus began to move.
At this moment, some information appeared on Colin's retinas.
[Suddenly, it seems you notice something amiss in the crowd, and you look towards the source...]
As soon as that appeared, Colin subconsciously turned his head to look.
Then, he saw a girl not far from where he stood—dressed in a black school uniform skirt, not very tall, squeezed amongst the crowd.
She wore a pair of glasses, had a gentle and frail aura, but now displayed a troubled expression, clutching the handrail and curling her body up as though enduring something.
