On the morning of the fourth day, the train station of sraven was bustling with noise.
Xia Pingan was wearing a gray jacket, a linen shirt, canvas pants, a blue scarf around her neck, and a cap on her head. She was holding a slightly old leather suitcase in her left hand and a train ticket to the provincial capital of the Brandi province, kland, in her right hand. She was like a young man who was out to make a living and was waiting for the gate to open in the crowd outside the platform.
The train had already stopped at the station. A few workers in black uniforms were holding small iron hammers and doing the final inspection along the train. At the front of the train, snow-white steam was constantly exhaling from the exhaust pipe, making the station full of the industrial illusion of the old era.
