"Hey."
When Mrs. Manas called out to her out of the blue, Lin Sanjiu was staring blankly out of the window. The scenery of multiple soulless forests sped by as the bus drove ahead. There was not a single hue of green among the gray trees as their leaves were all covered in a layer of thick dust. Somehow, the trees along this route that was frequented by buses and choked with traffic always looked dreary.
"When did you leave that building?" Mrs. Manas asked inquisitively. "Why was I suddenly deactivated?"
"Last night…" Lin Sanjiu quivered a little and scratched her neck as if those words made her itch. That was the only explanation she offered before she kept her silence and continued looking out of the window without making a sound.
"Did you check in?"
"Yeah."
There is a wordplay when the gaunt man asks Lin Sanjiu if she wants an astrology chart. In the Sichuan dialect, his question could also be misinterpreted as somewhat of a pickup line that could mean, “Do you want to take care of me/keep me?” Obviously, it cannot be literally translated.