The bus from the provincial city arrived at the county town with frequent stops along the way, and it was already past two in the afternoon.
As soon as the bus door opened, Zhou Jiao was the first to get off. Staying far away, she took a deep breath. She deeply regretted not waiting for her godfather to bring her back in the evening, or driving back herself at night.
She had been too naive in her thinking.
Taking this rickety bus in the sweltering summer was worse than being a pig. The driver had no sense of load limits; he stopped whenever anyone was roadside, and the conductor shouted loudly, "Squeeze in, squeeze in…"
The further they got from the provincial city, the more people got on. Whatever baskets, chicken coops, bamboo baskets, and shoulder poles, all pushed inside haphazardly, and passengers were constantly getting on and off halfway.
