The kind Gao Ming exhausted a lot of energy to explain their current situation to the other Gao Mings. Each Gao Ming reacted differently. This was due to their different pasts and experiences.

“Actually, we don’t need to worry. Based on our known information, our original body has been ambushed by Gods. It trapped us in different rooms so that we couldn’t meet. Normally, we have no chance to gather together. It is this brave Gao Ming who created this opportunity for us.” The kind Gao Ming defended the normal Gao Ming once he heard some complained about it. The normal Gao Ming didn’t say anything. He only lowered his head with a bitter smile. He knew he was not brave or anything. He was the most average one. He couldn’t compare to the other versions of himself.

“Don’t waste time on these useless things.” The painter Gao Ming stood out among the group of Gao Mings. He held his brush. He scanned the faces of all the Gao Mings, and his eyes finally landed on the driver''s cubicle.

“Every passenger on this bus is Gao Ming. We are the only people on this bus, but...” The painter Gao Ming walked to the cubicle and slammed heavily on its glass door. “Who is driving? Is he another Gao Ming? In that case, why does he have the right to drive the bus and not us?”

Everyone was drawn by his words and turned to look at the driver’s cubicle. No matter how hard they craned their heads, they could only see the driver’s back. From his back, the driver also wore a high-school uniform and looked similar to Gao Ming. He should be another Gao Ming.

“Why is this Gao Ming not a passenger?”

The painter Gao Ming knocked on the door to get the driver to stop the bus. However, the driver clearly did not have that intention. The kind Gao Ming walked over. He frowned. Was the driver another Gao Ming? Why did he become the driver and have control over their past?

The other Gao Mings didn’t get it. Only the normal Gao Ming had some fragmented memories in his mind. He saw himself walking into a tunnel again and again. He was killed every time from the back. He never saw his killer’s face. It was just a blurry silhouette.

“Is he... the killer?”

The night breeze blew in through the bus window. The chill caused the normal Gao Ming to shiver. He sat down and sunk into deep thoughts. The shapes of the buildings outside the window became clearer. One minute later, the bus paused before a building.

“Is the bus stopping?” The passengers looked out. Warm light shone on the bus station. The station had a strange name, the Warmth I once Felt.

The rain became heavier. A figure suddenly ran towards the station from the dark. She wore the same school uniform as Gao Ming. She carried a book around her chest.

“Liu Yi?”

The girl’s hair was wet from the rain. Water dripped down her face. Perhaps she was not the prettiest, but many students in Class 13 would remember her smile even years later.

A ray of moonlight cut through the dark station. A normal night could become an indelible memory due to a person’s appearance.

The silent Gao Ming, who sat in the second last row, stood up. He looked tired. The way he looked at Liu Yi was different. It was a mixture of hesitation, guilt and helplessness.

“The clock is still moving. If we do not reach the end before the time is up, we’ll probably be trapped here forever!” The painter Gao Ming couldn’t open the driver’s cubicle, so he gave up on that idea. He turned to the Gao Ming, who just stood up, “If you want to get off, do it now. If you miss this station, you might not see her ever again.”

Water pooled between the station and the bus. The silent Gao Ming held the rail and looked at Liu Yi from inside the bus.

The thunder rumbled. A red umbrella appeared outside the station.

The high heels stepped on the water. An exquisite beauty stared at the station silently.

Gao Ming didn’t have any memory of this woman. However, when the woman looked at Gao Ming with disappointment, Gao Ming felt a cutting pain.