The bus arrived at the station. The TV on board had been on the entire time, though it had switched through many channels. However, Su Yue's mind was still occupied by the memorial ceremony hosted by Mu Jingliang. Black and white photos and various scenes constantly circled in his mind, lingering stubbornly.
The bus was still noisy, but Su Yue subconsciously glanced at that young boy several times. He felt the boy's eyes were clear and resolute.
The vehicle came to a complete stop. The middle-aged woman finally put her shoes back on, and the smell inside the cabin seemed to freshen up a bit. At this time, the young boy stood up and walked over to Su Yue.
"Mister, are you a Martial Artist?" the little boy asked.
Su Yue was wearing a baseball cap and a face mask, leaving only his eyes exposed, so others couldn't see what he looked like.
"Oh? How did you know I'm a Martial Artist?" Su Yue asked curiously.
