Wedge is gray.
When I opened my eyes, the bus was exiting the toll booth on the highway. The staff sitting at the window had a straight face and no smile, just like all the people I have seen in the past few years rushing through the street during work hours, numb and homogeneous.
It's terrible to wake up and see such a wasted and boring face.
I yawned and straightened my body, turned around and found Luo Yueyang staring at me through the slits of his eyes, looking like he wanted to laugh.
"I've been sleeping since I got in the car. Can I ignore my hunger in order to sleep... Your stomach has been ringing for an hour." He stretched out his hand to show me an orange that had been peeled but had obviously been left for a long time. The surface was already dry.
"Here," he said with a smile, "I peeled it off if your stomach growled. I couldn't bear to scream at you. Now you can eat it."
Only ghosts eat it.
I looked at his flat expression and narrowed his eyes like a cat.
This bastard.
Why are you the only one left?