C638 Epilogue 25

A row of transparent plastic handrails hung on the railing of the bus started to shake as the car drove. A row of neat handrails lightly swayed at the same frequency. Xia Cifeng held the handrail next to the door and stood up straight.

There was a little dirt on the window of the bus. It must have rained a few days ago, because the dust in the air had melted into the rain and hit the window