Gao Ming didn't touch the food he had made, placing a piece of cake in front of him. He counted his heartbeat, rubbing lightly at the calluses on his fingertips.,As the passengers on the bus gradually dwindled, around 1 a.m., the bus inexplicably stopped in a tunnel. Gao Ming took off his headphones and stood up to check, discovering that there was only himself left on the bus, not even the driver.,"It's raining so hard outside, your clothes are soaked through. Come inside and warm up."。