The teenager saw Yi Lin's aggressive gaze fixed directly on him, and lowered his head, blushing, as a bashful expression of a young boy appeared on his clean face.
Yi Lin moved his foot aside, and the teenager walked away.
After quickly surveying the surroundings, Yi Lin realized he was in a subway, and there was no seat, so he had to stand.
The crowded subway was filled with various strange odors.
The scent of cheap perfume, sweat, the sharp smell of a new leather bag, and the fragrance of hot dogs.
All sorts of sounds filled Yi Lin's ears.
The crisp ding of a text message arriving on a phone, private whispers, giggles from different corners, bold chatter, the vibration of a silenced phone in a pocket, the heavy, uneven breaths of dozens of people crammed into the same carriage, and the startled cries and angry curses of a girl touched by a creepy hand.
Human presence.
In that instant of restored vision, Yi Lin felt the long-lost human presence.
