He didn't know where to run, didn't want to watch any shows, and didn't want to go home either. He just ran forward desperately toward places that were crowded and well-lit.
Having run this way, he found himself back where he had first gotten off, with the hustle and bustle of traffic, still feeling out of place. He looked around at the surroundings, utterly confused.
He didn't want to go home and didn't want to visit any shopping malls either. He dared not trust any strangers now. However, he had just spilled all his money out. Now he didn't even have the money for dinner or a bus ride home. No, at this moment, there weren't any buses to take him home. Public buses overseas were like that, running just a few times a day—if missed, you had to wait another day.