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.
