Ye Wudao found himself curious, but it wasn't because Ning Zixuan was some kind of campus belle. Rather, he discerned from bits and pieces of their conversation that there seemed to be something odd about the whole affair, something that didn't seem like a normal occurrence. However, Ye Wudao didn't think much of it, since it had nothing to do with him anyway.
The night had deepened, and the train continued on. It wouldn't reach Nanyang until tomorrow morning. The passengers, exhausted, were sprawled on tables and slumped in their chairs, fast asleep, some even snoring. Ye Wudao was resting with his eyes closed too.
Around midnight, the train stopped at a small station and quickly started up again. Three men boarded at this stop and entered the carriage where Ye Wudao was.
