The ceiling cast a cold, desolate light, illuminating the entire subway car, permeated with the scent of disinfectant in every corner.
Those going home at this hour mostly had weary expressions, some placed their briefcases on the ground, their glasses still on as they leaned back and closed their eyes, their heads vibrating gently with the windows.
Ke Xiaomo sat on the left side of the car, flipping through a yellow-paged ancient book without looking up, addressing Bai Ziling who was sitting beside him.
"In the cinema, did you see that dragon's image online?"
"Just imagined it." Bai Ziling answered.
Ke Xiaomo fell silent for a moment, "Really?"
"What's wrong?" she looked up and asked.
"Nothing." Ke Xiaomo paused, then changed the subject, "Do you think Mingye has changed recently?"
At this, Bai Ziling shifted her face, her red eyes looking towards Ke Mingye sitting diagonally opposite.
