What's going on?
Does she know me too?
Yang Qi searched his memory carefully, certain that he had never seen this little girl before.
She looked to be only six or seven years old, so it was even more unlikely they would have had any contact.
Fortunately, a woman in her thirties sat next to the little girl—her mother, it seemed, her face etched with obvious fatigue. She noticed her daughter's odd behavior, gently pulled the girl's hand, and whispered something to her.
Only then did the little girl retract her gaze, lowering her head to fiddle with the stuffed rabbit in her arms.
Yang Qi breathed a sigh of relief and looked away, but his perception remained focused on them.
After the bullet train began running smoothly, Yang Qi noticed that the little girl would still sneak glances at him whenever her mother wasn't looking or was dozing off.
When the train arrived at the Provincial Capital, passengers stood up one after another to grab their luggage and prepare to disembark.
