The short-haired woman was obviously displeased. She was about to speak when she was stopped by the woman with a ponytail beside her.
"It's okay... It's okay. Your seat is the one at the back?"
"Yes."
This kind of simple conversation was a staple in an express bus. Jennifer remembered that when she was in university, she would have a weekend trip to the nearby cities with several girls in her dormitory when she had time. They would take the express bus too just like these three women.
The short-haired woman seemed a little upset. She rolled her eyes and helped the woman with the ponytail to put up her luggage. Then, she mumbled just within Jennifer's earshot.
"It's fine when you stopped for someone good-looking, but now even for an old man..."
Old man...
Jennifer felt that she was
