Hold on, throwing up on the bus would be bad.
Hold on, it'll be better once you get off.
Hold on just a bit more, home is only two stops away.
...
Lin Xiaoguai's face suddenly changed, the bus had just reached the stop, she couldn't wait any longer, scrambling out, and crouched by the parasol tree, retching loudly.
"Little girl, are you alright?" People nowadays are not as cold as those in the future; an old lady passing by asked with concern.
"It's nothing, just motion sickness." Lin Xiaoguai took out a handkerchief from her pocket to wipe the vomit from the corner of her mouth, shaking her head embarrassingly.
The sour stench in her mouth was assaulting her brain, Lin Xiaoguai bent over and started vomiting again until there was nothing left in her stomach and she could only dry heave.
"Let me help you over to those steps to sit down," said the old lady, unconcerned about the mess on the ground, offering her assistance warmly.
