Sancha River bus station was rarely as lively as it was that day, with circles and circles of people gathered as if attending a grand market.
Since its inception, due to a lack of foot traffic and its distance of several hundred meters from the town, the station had remained vacant for a long time until it gradually started to attract some visitors after opening.
But for a small town, the place wasn't exactly bustling. Normally, there were only two stalls selling cigarettes, water, and snacks at the main entrance, along with a few tricycles waiting to pick up passengers—cars and buses entered the yard only to turn around and then parked right at the entrance, with hardly anyone inside.
People getting off the buses never stayed, and the number of those waiting at the entrance never exceeded twenty—a small vehicle could carry twenty people and then depart.
Today, however, was unusually lively.
