An Yin rushed to the bus stop. Early in the morning, most of the people squeezing onto the bus were elderly. In the biting cold wind, she waited for nearly ten minutes before the bus slowly arrived. Surrounded by elderly people in their sixties or seventies, An Yin consciously stood at the end, only boarding after everyone else had gotten on. The bus had the air conditioning on, and once inside, she could hear the old people coughing. An Yin walked to the rear, lifting her hand to grab the handrail. The driver didn’t drive fast, and after a shaky ride, An Yin finally reached the bus station. Because of the approaching New Year, the station was packed with people. An Yin obediently queued up, and nearly half an hour later, she finally bought her ticket. After entering the station and finding the bus she needed to take, An Yin breathed a sigh of relief and followed others, slowly climbing up. After getting on and looking around, An Yin found that the front was already full, so she had to walk toward the back of the bus. The back had those continuous row seats, which could seat five people in total. An Yin chose a window seat, sat down, stretched her hand to adjust the mask on her face, then turned her head to look out the window. "You all sit down quickly..." "Everyone fasten your seatbelts." "Alright, everyone take out your tickets, I’m going to start checking them now." The driver shouted roughly from the front of the bus. An Yin was used to taking this bus frequently and was quite tired of the driver’s words. As soon as she sat down, she had already fastened her seatbelt. When she held her ticket, waiting for the driver to check it, she felt a gentle tap on her shoulder. Startled, An Yin looked up and happened to see a woman staring at her. The next second, a nervous expression appeared on the woman’s face, "Young lady, could we switch seats?" Only then did An Yin notice two little girls standing next to the woman, one looking about eight or nine years old, the other eleven or twelve. The woman looked very worn, with two or three faint lines already showing on her forehead. Not only that, but even her clothes seemed quite shabby, and at the moment, she held a black woven bag in her hand, which looked very heavy. Surprised for a moment, An Yin turned her head to look at the three empty seats next to her. Seeing the young lady looking confused, the woman spoke with a hint of apology, "My daughter gets carsick, and I’m worried she’ll vomit on the road, so I wanted to sit by the window and open it a little to make her feel better." Seeing how sincere the woman was, An Yin quickly stood up, "Okay." The young lady’s voice was soft and sweet, making others feel very comfortable hearing it. The woman intentionally gave the young lady a few more glances, and despite her being wrapped up tightly, she noticed the young lady had outstanding looks. The woman quickly stopped her gazing and said, "Thank you, thank you so much, young lady." "You’re welcome." An Yin managed to smile, then realized she was wearing a mask, so no one could see it. After standing up and moving to the other side, she noticed a man sitting by the window on the other side, also wearing a mask, making it difficult for An Yin to see his face clearly. As she slowly approached, the strong aura emanating from the man was hard to ignore. Feeling a bit anxious, An Yin sat down beside the man. She guessed that if it were her, she wouldn’t have dared to ask the man next to her to exchange seats. "The last few of you, hold up your tickets." Everyone simultaneously held theirs up, and the driver glanced casually before moving on. Soon, the vehicle started moving. The sound of children talking kept coming from next to her. An Yin leaned back against her seat, about to close her eyes and rest when she heard a little girl’s dissatisfied voice. "Mommy, I’m hungry." ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹✦𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✦𝓷𝓮𝓽 The next second, An Yin heard the woman beside her soothing the children. The woman was very patient and quickly managed to calm the kids down. Initially planning to rest a little, An Yin was unable to because of the constant murmuring in her ear, so she took out her phone and aimlessly browsed some recent news. Just as An Yin tapped her phone screen, she heard the man beside her cough a few times but didn’t pay much attention. "Cough, cough... cough, cough..." Soon, An Yin noticed the man’s coughing kept getting worse, so she looked over at him. He was wearing a neat, deep black suit, his legs crossed. Even sitting down, he exuded a solemn and stern presence. Gathering her courage, An Yin stammered, "Y-you okay?" Perhaps the man’s coughing was so loud that the people in front occasionally turned their heads to look over. "Cough, I’m fine." The man’s cold voice responded. After speaking, he slowly turned his head, his dark black eyes landing on An Yin’s face, gradually deepening. "It’s you!" A flicker of an indiscernible emotion flashed across Meng Heming’s calm face. Noticing that the man seemed to recognize her, An Yin hesitantly stared back, feeling guilty, "You are?" Looking at the young lady’s clear apricot eyes, Meng Heming said quietly, "Last time on the bus, we sat together." Reminded by him, An Yin finally remembered and looked surprised, "It’s you!" After saying this, she realized her reaction was a bit too excited, and even her voice had raised a little, causing the people in front to turn and look at them. Seeing this, An Yin quickly lowered her head, avoiding their gaze. An Yin didn’t know why she felt so happy, clearly, they had only met by chance once before. Now encountering him again, a sense of familiarity inexplicably arose, and An Yin found it quite unbelievable. Watching the young lady’s panicked eyes, Meng Heming felt his long-frozen heart stir. Her eyes seemed to overlap with the ones in his memory, gradually drawing him in. Noticing the man’s continued stare, An Yin’s initial excitement abruptly cooled. Annoyed, she turned her head away with a casual huff, "Hmph!" When she turned her head, Meng Heming realized his abruptness. His voice was clear, yet there was a trace of melancholy in his words. Still a little angry, An Yin spontaneously suggested, "Staring at a girl like that is impolite." "Agreed." Meng Heming nodded, watching as the young lady earnestly lectured him. He raised his eyebrows, listening intently. "Don’t do it again." An Yin continued teaching him. "Absolutely not." Meng Heming assured her with certainty. Sitting next to An Yin, the woman, while soothing her daughter and listening to the conversation beside her, found it rather odd. It felt as if a daughter was teaching her father? This thought startled the woman, and she shook her head, casting aside such fanciful notions.