Whenever I'm physically drained, a single sip instantly refreshes me.
Of course, it mainly because it's quite tasty.
Tang Zhinian was exhausted, so he lay down and fell asleep. But Tang Yuxin, cradling her cup, was perpetually intrigued by the various sounds and dialects floating to her ears. The closer they got to Beijing, the more at home she felt. After all, Beijing was her second home, a place she knew well.
Having traveled on the train for more than thirty hours, the sleeper car wasn't too uncomfortable. Still, as time passed, the enclosed space began to feel stifling. She wondered how she had endured the uncomfortable seats on her school-bound trips in her past life.
Sitting or standing, she bore the journey for over thirty hours. Meanwhile, Wei Jiani slept comfortably on the sleeping compartment above, thirty hours passing swiftly for her.
