8 PM, the sky darkened.
It didn't make much difference to Mia Ginger, as the carriage was already dim and pitch-black.
Only Ford's phone flashlight offered a bit of light.
The light was directed at Mia Ginger.
She just sat on the floor, leaning against one side of the carriage, her head bowed, as quiet as could be, wrapped in a pale blue shirt with thin shoulders, the halo reflected on her face, delicate and beautiful, making Ford feel like wings could grow on her back.
Most women he usually saw were fierce, where had he ever met such a pure and immaculate girl?
In his twenties now, with no job and no woman, idling every day, the most beautiful he had seen in real life was Zuri Ginger.
Zuri is his cousin.
Ron King doted on her, even if given a few more guts, he wouldn't dare harbor such lecherous thoughts.
But now—
He felt that compared to Mia Ginger, Zuri was like the heavens, and Mia was like the earth; appearances come from within.
