Leaving Zhongshan Road, Ye Ge walked home with his hands shoved deep into his trouser pockets.
He intended to take the bus and take a slow, meandering ride back.
This wasn't because he was still running away from the "arena of romantic carnage" at home. Ye Ge had already figured it out. He hadn't even done anything, so where was any carnage to speak of? It was just that he was used to riding the bus, watching the scenery outside the window drift by as the vehicle swayed gently, and letting his mind go completely blank.
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