Song qingxiao opened her eyes and saw that it was already dark outside the window.
The lights in the carriage were bright, and the glass clearly reflected the reflection of the seventeen people.
No. 3 attracted everyone's attention. At this time, most of them looked out of the window at the same time. In the reflection, there were more than ten pairs of bright eyes. It was as if there were many people lying outside the window. At this time, their faces were pressed against the glass, and their eyes were looking through the window at the people in the carriage.
As the train's wheels rubbed against the track, the lights in the carriage shook slightly, making 'creak, creak' sounds.
As the light flickered, the reflection on the glass was distorted. Under the intertwining shadow of darkness and darkness, the gaze seemed to become a lot more strange.
Fortunately, the 17 people in the carriage were not ordinary people. After the initial shock, they quickly reacted.
