บท 97: The Madman in the Train Station

Perhaps because of this, Jiang Yao watched the man with curiosity. She saw him standing in the middle of the crowd, observing the passersby who walked past him while craning his neck and looking around as if he was waiting for someone.

Jiang Yao saw the man's face when he eventually turned around. He was a middle-aged man with a ragged and unwashed appearance—his face wrinkled and raunchy, and his hair was messy. Standing from a distance away, Jiang Yao noticed that the man was muttering to himself. People who walked past him were either strode away faster or simply passing through while ignoring him.

"Oh, the man's a cuckoo," Jiang Yao whispered to herself.

"What are you looking at?" When Lu Xingzhi walked towards her, Jiang Yao was staring so intensely at a direction a distance away that she didn't even realize he had returned. He snuck a bottle of soda into Jiang Yao's hand. Right at this moment, the conductor started checking the tickets for their coach.