Not long after, the aunt next to me couldn't stand the man's smelly feet and even more foul mouth, so she sat down next to me.

"Little girl, you scared him just now. I was startled too," the aunt said enthusiastically, recounting the man's embarrassing situation after I left.

I closed my eyes and leaned back in the seat to rest. I made a soft sound of agreement, and the aunt quieted down when she saw that I didn't want to talk.

The train sped along, and a few hours later, the announcement for the destination sounded.

A large group of people and I crowded off the train at the station, but suddenly, I heard urgent footsteps behind me. Before I knew it, the man grabbed my hat and pulled me backward.

"You motherf***er."

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing? Bullying a little girl when you're all grown up," the aunt, who was also getting off the train, slowed her pace and tried to stop the man.

More and more people gathered around, and security personnel rushed over. Seeing the situation was turning unfavorable, the man let go of me and hurriedly left, but not before turning back and pointing at me fiercely, saying, "You just wait."

The aunt helped me up, dusted me off, and muttered, "Damn it, what kind of person is he?"

Once I regained my footing, I moved a bit away from the aunt, quietly said thank you, and walked away.

Suddenly, there was an exclamation in the distance, and the onlookers gasped in shock as they gathered around.

A car in the distance was speeding, with its green light flashing incessantly, urging pedestrians like a death omen. The man walking in the middle of the road turned around in horror, and the next second, he was sent flying high into the air and landed in the opposite lane, crushed under a passing truck, dragged along as it continued to move forward.

It all happened in just a few seconds. I stood calmly at the station entrance, looking through the glass. The aunt pointed at the truck, her face filled with fear, and she stammered, unable to find the right words to say.

In the blind spot of the truck driver's vision, the truck driver casually drove on, while the man, who had long since lost his life, was dragged along, leaving behind a long trail of blood and a blurry mixture of green and yellow filth.

I didn't linger and walked through the crowd, putting on my hat and headphones, heading in the opposite direction.