Not having luggage has its benefits; Su Ziceng followed the crowd and walked out of the airport terminal, instinctively hailing a taxi.
The taxi driver poked out his face, beaming with a Frenchman's radiant smile, "MISS?" Su Ziceng nodded her head, but just as she was about to open the car door, her gaze fell on the fare displayed on the meter inside the taxi.
The car had just dropped off a passenger, and the meter was ticking over with a tariff that included three zeros. Her fingers recoiled as if stung by a bee, and she quickly withdrew her hand that had already made its way into the car, retreating with a smile.
With only one hundred francs on her, Su Ziceng could hardly afford the luxury of taxi fare now. Behind her, the French driver called out warmly as Su Ziceng scampered away like a fleeing mouse.
People were coming and going in the airport, and Su Ziceng stood amidst the crowd, watching the faces that looked almost identical.
