Route 32, She Was Soaked Through

On the last Route 32 bus on a stormy night, she's soaked to the skin, her white blouse clinging to her, a pair of heels with a broken heel in her hand. When the bus slams on the brakes, the stranger beside her catches her: "Hold on." Every passenger sees it, but she just looks up and smiles: "The next stop is my call." From that moment, this night bus is out of control.

Original title: 32路她湿透了