The old grandma with a wooden bucket strapped on her shoulders stood worriedly while looking at her. There were a bunch of umbrellas inside the old grandma's bucket, clear that she had been selling it for the rainy days since it would be useful. She had also pulled a large bag, using it to sell the boxed food.
At first, Ailin didn't reacted. She felt trapped in a body, as if she was looking from inside a theater what her body was experiencing. All she could do was stare at the grandmother who seemed so worried after studying her face.
But what's wrong? The way the grandma look at her feel as if she was looking at how there was blood on her face.
Without a single word, AiLin felt the grandma's tug of a hand as she brought her to the nearest bus station. The grandma seated her and AiLin didn't refuse it, knowing that the woman didn't mean any ill will.
