He Qing boarded the bus at seven in the morning, and now it was nearing noon. One of the three girls had already gotten off at her stop. However, the atmosphere between the people seated in the three-person row opposite her and the girl standing next to them remained just as bizarre. They all took out their phones, furiously tapping away as if venting their anger, ignoring Sun Hai sitting in the corner. He felt guilty and yet, he also couldn't help but feel a wave of relief.
With the journey dragging on tediously, He Qing mulled over in her seat for a while before her eyes spun around with an idea forming in her mind.
She gave Sun Hai, who was sitting opposite her, a slight smile and spread her right hand flat on the table. Her pale and tender fingers looked even more dazzlingly white and delicate under the sunlight. Her hands, in contrast with her at-best-plain looking face, seemed quite mismatched.
"I can read palms, do you want me to read yours?" she asked.
