"Miss, are you lost in this city? You look dazed. Has sothing happened? Where is your family?" The kind-hearted driver asked.
Chenxing shook her head. Her clear, black and white eyes were full of unshed tears.
She pushed open the car door: "Uncle driver, I’m sorry, I’m not taking the ride."
"It’s okay. If you want to go to City E, here, go to the station, buy a ticket, there is a departure every half an hour."
"Thank you, Uncle."
Chenxing got out of the taxi, bumped into a man head-on, didn’t even lift her head, and veered off into the bus station.
Gu Shaocheng followed her, softly persuading, "Chenxing, let take you to see your biological mother, co with ."
But as soon as her wrist was grabbed, Chenxing, as if in contact with a virus, fiercely shook off his hand and quickened her pace into the bus station.
Chenxing entered the station, found the ticket window, queued for a ticket, oblivious to the man beside her, treating him as if he was rely air.
Why should she believe what he said? Why should she go to see the mother he referred to? Her parents were so good to her, why should she deny the love they had once given her, how could she overturn everything they had done for her and then burden her dear father with guilt...
What he wanted to say, was he indeed the killer who murdered her adoptive parents and at the sa ti, his own act of revenge, right?
Even if what he said was true, who were her real parents and who were her foster parents? How could she determine who was more significant?
One gave her life, the other allowed her life to continue, how could she differentiate?
What’s more, she had never seen her biological parents but her adoptive parents’ love for her was so deep-rooted that she could not forget...
Why was such a difficult decision placed before her?
Chenxing clenched her fists, her face with an expression of rejection and refusal, cold...
She couldn’t do it! She refused to accept it!
She would rather harbor her beautiful mory of her parents loving her dearly. As for the man on the gravestone, and his so-called biological mother...Chenxing swallowed hard, deciding not to think, she only wanted to escape, to run far away.
Gu Shaocheng quietly stood next to her, no longer overtly pulling her away. He simply bowed his head, looking at her with pity and regret, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it.
After a while, he followed her who had bought the ticket, into the waiting room.
Chenxing tried several tis to shake him off, but Gu Shaocheng was like an unrelenting ghost. She could only choose to ignore him, maintaining her silence no matter what he said or did.
In fact, she didn’t want to talk to anyone, imrsing herself in her own world.
She curled up on the long-distance bus heading from City T to the City E, hugging her knees, closing her eyes and leaning against the back of the chair, a posture of extre insecurity.
She pressed her chest, a wave of unbearable heartache coming from within. It wasn’t sharp but a dull pain, unbearable.
"Retch..."
Suddenly, she felt a strong wave of nausea, dry heaving violently on the recliner. The nausea was so strong. Gu Shaocheng sitting next to her, tilted his head, saw her dry heaving at the window and imdiately shouted, "Driver, stop the bus."
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